I’m not good at it yet - I started in the “J” group. “A” through “H” consisted of about 10,000 other runners who have better times than me. The “I” group was mostly fat women, walkers, and people with handicaps. Then, there was the us.
I’m slow - There were a few times when someone a few feet ahead of me would give up and start walking. After about 20 minutes, I passed them.
I’m judgmental – I saw some of the worst acronym t-shirts I’ve ever seen. It was all I could do to not give these people a flat tire* from behind.
I’m a slave to affirmation – How much would it cost me to hire some cheering fans to disperse themselves along the streets I train on?
I’m good at the Celebrity Alphabet game – I played this with Steve for 13 of the 13.1 miles. With an entire bank of names like Zach Galifianakis and Quentin Tarantino, I can’t be stopped.
*the act of stepping on the heal of someone’s shoe from behind just before they lift it to continue their stride
03/22/2010
Seriously