WEATHER: 82 with 542% humidity at SIX A.M., YOU GUYS.
MILES THIS WEEK: 27.5
WHERE TO: Howard U. reservoir, Northeast, etc.
OMG, you guys! So much to tell you all! It has been FOREVER! Go get your latte and settle in, because we got to get REAL with each other, sister, and just dish. Here. I’ll go first:
1) Registration for the JFK 50-miler started on the first of July, which I just realized yesterday. My marathon times strangely enough qualify me for guaranteed entry, so I should just do it, right? <shiver> <squirm> I should. I mean, yes, it’s $150, but that’s sort of smart of those wily race organizers, making sure you put your money where your blackened-big-toenail is up-front, because who is going to back out of a $150 race?
I know what you’re thinking:
“You might. …Back out, I mean.”
No, I won’t.
“Are you crazy?”
Stop asking me that.
“Are these race organizers ridiculously old-school, requiring an actual paper form sent via mail with a paper check and even an SASE, even though no one even knows what an SASE is anymore?”
They sure are. …Ridiculously old-school, I mean.
“Your legs look particularly ravishing today.”
Don’t I know it.
2) Vignette from my Saturday long run, at ca. mile 15. I’m standing by the Jefferson Memorial, slammajamming a neon-green-flavored Gatorade, when a man and his family step off a Japanese tour bus.
Man: <looks me up and down, particularly my blindingly white and not terribly attractive but nevertheless bare stomach>
Me: <chug gulp slobber gulp dribble>
Man: <turns to family> <gestures at me> <LOUD STRING OF UNINTELLIGIBLE JAPANESE SYLLABLES>
Family: <loud laughter>
Me: <slightly more abashed> <swig gulp gulp> <scamper away>
I have the distinct feeling that I got majorly zinged.
3) New tattoo! I won’t tell you where it is, but I will say it’s small, discreet, in a place that my sports bra covers, and it’s not my right bosom or left bosom.
Well. That was fun. And now, off to start my next post, as suggested by Madam Sixpack on the Ask a Runner! page. See? I do take suggestions. But only non-stupid ones.