This is what happens when you decide three minutes before the race starts that you hate your SpiBelt and Husband sweetly volunteers to carry it but then you have no place to put the two GUs you managed to find in Bermuda because the ones your brought were expired and lumpy and instead of using the SpiBelt you safety pin your GU to the inside of your shorts and at mile three the chocolate GU breaks loose and falls through your shorts onto the road and you chase your GU backwards through the throngs of people trampling it but you manage to pick it up without bodily injury and wrestle it into the one wee little pocket at the back of your shorts containing your blistex and emergency money and it continues to seep chocolate for the next hour until it worrisomely looks like you’ve done the one thing you’ve feared doing for the last 17 miles because your upset tummy disagrees with the weird new food and rum-based drinks you’ve been consuming for the past four days.
Shown: My chocolate-covered run shorts. Ignore the weird tight grip on the left. I was removing the safety pins impaled in my hip as Husband took the picture.
Title: REO Speedwagon – Can’t Fight This Feeling. 1984.
While I’m sure that it wasn’t funny at the time, it’s hilarious now.
It was funny at the time too – except for that last bit
. I would be a great salmon swimming upstream.
*file this one under ‘single sentence posts’
Yet, it flowed so nicely.
Proper sentence structure takes a few days to return post-marathon. I expect it to arrive at the same time as my hill running legs.
I was worried Bermuda Shorts might have been ruined. Did they not get debuted? p.s. congrats on your great race….amazing:)
Oh yeah, I wore them for the opening night mile. With knee high socks, Bermuda style. I looked gooooood.
I went with my usual marathon outfit for the 42.2.
Brilliant. Also, fuck.
At least you were wearing brown/grey shorts and not a brightly colored pair? My luck, I’d do this in yellow shorts.
Reason #47 those are my favourite race shorts: camouflage.
Hope the money wasn’t too gunked up after your race. Gu is gross enough in your mouth– I’d hate to deal with it anywhere else.
OMG! Awesome
Note to self, buy Vanilla GU
First time I ever ate anything other than vanilla. Ever, no exageration for literary effect. Thank you Murphy and your entertaining laws.
I ran the half in Bahamas last weekend too. And I laughed aloud when I read your post: we went for dinner the next night at a great restaurant in Cable Beach, and the music of choice was REO Speedwagon…and being a child of ’80s AM radio, of course, I knew EVERY word to EVERY song.
Now I am back in freezing cold ottawa. Sigh.
I was just a little north in Bermuda. I’m very interested in this Bahamas race of which you speak. Very interested. {file away for 2012}.
Noted.
Hot places that begin with a “b” are always good in January when you live in Canada. It was lovely: only the second year, so not alot of people, beautiful course mostly along the water, a steel drum band and dancers at the finish. AND a woman won!! My only complaint is they ran out of TP – which was a real bathroom and not porta potties….so really, it was my own damn fault one I will never make again!!
(and your husband is a good man….see note below)
I’ll take any of the A, B, C, or Ds for a vacation, but Bahamas has particular appeal for a marathon vacation. Hot but not HOT. Hummm….
Noted!
(For when I’m ready to consume Gu again…. at which point, I’m sure my existing Gu will probably be expired and lumpy). Sigh.
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