So I went out for my third tour of Race Spectating duty yesterday at the SoCal Half Marathon. I kind of consider cheering at races my social services to the running Gods. With a heavy dose of AWESOME expected in 2012 I’m hoping to bank all the run karma I can get.
If spending 4 hours cowbelling and sparkling with these ladies counts towards my karma bank, I’ll happily pay my dues and compounding interest and taxes and whatever the hell else kind of fake money talk you wanna throw in there. FUN TIMES.
Margot sliced up some oranges with a knife she had stashed in her purse (safety first!) which everyone loved. I gave up orange-distributing when a 13 year old boy that looked eerily similar to SUAR’s son stopped mid-stride to take a slice straight out of my hand with his teeth.
There MIGHT be an underage violation being drawn up at OCPD in my name.
While my cheering skills have been honed and preened to their utmost potential, my photography skills could still use a good tune-up.
That’s supposed to be of my neighbor’s speedy girlfriend running herself to a sub 1:40. Damn iPhone. I hate holding it up, opening the camera, and seeing an extreme closeup of my own face. Not cute.
Anyways I’ll have it all straightened out by next week in time for Kara and Ryan and Desi.
Oh, didn’t I tell you? Race Spectate edition #4 is being taken to a WHOLE FREAKING NEW LEVEL at the
OLYMPIC MARATHON TRIALS.
Vegas rendezvous is happening after a <60 minute Gchat sesh with SweatyEmily. Hastily-made last-minute travel plans are the best.
Now I just need to decide whether Olympians prefer tutus or sparkleskirts, and how they like their cowbell. London depends on it.
You’re welcome, USA – SweatyOUaL is available for travel to the UK this summer if you need us.