The weekend of October 11 I have people from across the country coming to town to run either the marathon, half marathon, or relay with me as part of the Baltimore Running Festival. [secret note: I'm still working on getting a couple folks to join you]
I’ve used all my powers of online charm and sitting-behind-a-monitor guile (and the promise of Resurrection) to goad runners from Alaska, Florida, Nevada, Oregon, Pennsylvania and Texas into traveling here, with a few runners from other states still on the fence. In all, I think I’m up to 10 people confirmed and booked so far.
Knowing that we’re not always what we seem to be online, I wonder what these people are going to think about coming when they meet the “real” me.
I get kind of giddy just thinking about it. October can’t get here quickly enough.
(Of course, the truth is that I’m the kindest, nicest, friendliest person you can possibly imagine and everyone loves me, but you never know.)
I’ll be sprinting past you in a beer can outfit. Then you’ll see me about 100 feet up ahead vomiting on the side because I just shotgunned a Miller Lite. Make sure to take a picture, it makes for a great holiday card!
As awesome as this meet-up sounds, you lost me at “running”. I suppose if a rabid dog was chasing me, I could run. For a while. Until I could evade or kill it.
My knees hurt just thinking about running.
is that crack I smell?
We meet every night in my dreams darling. You’re pretty much the same there as here