Look! There she goes!
WEATHER: Warming up — 32ish!
MILES: 10.5
MILES THIS WEEK: 42.5
MILES THIS MONTH: 100
WHERE TO: Georgetown, Glover Park, blah, blah…
MOOD: Chipper but feeling a cold coming on.
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
My run this morning was wonderful. Yay! But today we have more important matters to tend to.
Because today, dear readers, we celebrate new runners everywhere by wishing good luck to a lovely woman (and this blog’s top commenter) who I will simply call The Bear (which has much more to do with her little commenter icon than her looks) (which are SMOKIN’ and not at all bear-like).
You see, The Bear is running her first race this weekend — P.F. Chang’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Half-Marathon in Phoenix, Arizona. And as she is a dear friend and a truly wonderful person, I have composed a poem for The Bear…13 lines in length, even, to propel her though 13 miles of sheer Arizonan sunny BLISS!
TO THE BEAR ON YOUR FIRST HALF-MARATHON:
Roses are red,
Your toenails are black.
Your sports bra is kickin’;
Your skivvies are wack.
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Your nipples won’t chafe
Because you’re not a guy.
If you crap yourself,
Try not to cry.
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I hope you kick ass
When you run P.F. Chang’s.
Did you know that “chang’s”
Also rhymes with “wangs”?
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(…because it does.)
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New runners! Unite! Run a race! And someday you, too, can be the recipient of a lovely rhyming poem that inspires and motivates you and also includes the word “wang.”
