
Evan and I took the carefully marked map with the three cheering rendezvous points at which we were to meet the other non runners (namely the injured, grandparents, small children, nursing mommy, and us ) and proceeded to get very lost in downtown St. Louis, finding all of the blocked off roads and missing the first two meet ups. We only made it to the third because it was the finish line, and of course we missed the gazelles that are Matthew, Leigh, Corey, Norma and Andrew, but thankfully got to howl GO NEIL GO to uncle (his first race and he was only 20 min behind his nieces and nephews!)
I was surprised at the feeling I got being around all of these ultra healthy fast people. Something like a mix of inspiration, awe, and incredulity. It almost made me want to try it next year. Almost. I shook that feeling off quickly.
It was nice to be related to the bad-assedest ones in the bunch too! Leigh finished in the top 10 and Matthew and Corey finished in the top 15 of like, ten million*. I asked them what they craved after such a monumental expenditure of energy, imagining they would say something like fruit and steak, but it was...beer. God bless 'em, their cut calves and wild pastimes.












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I'm waiting for the banana joke. Anyone?
Why did the banana go out with the prune?
Because it couldn't find a date.
Why do bananas never feel lonesome?
They hang around in bunches.
Okay, here goes: What do you call two bananas?
A pair of slippers!
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