Sometimes you just want a run to end. Sometimes you want it to go on forever. This was the second kind.
Today was Pie Day. Pie was had.
Spectators on the beach. I love this photo. Woman’s best friend, indeed.
I have heard of some people using the Yakima aid station attachment to carry bicycles. weirdos.
I was running 20 miles on the Jesus Etc course when they set up a 5k around me. It was pretty hilarious. I ran through the finish chutes four times and they still wouldn’t give me a medal. Snobs.
THE SNOW CONE STAND AT THE START/FINISH LINE IS FINALLY BACK. also, THE SNOW CONE STAND AT THE START/FINISH LINE IS FINALLY BACK. Naturally I had no cash. Life is a series of crashing disappointments.
St. Patrick’s Day festival offered quality entertainment.
In Texas, it’s all about the cowboy boots.
Sad that Mo wasn’t here. Mo loves her bagpipes.
I loved this guy’s shirt and asked him if I could take his photo. He gave me a disinterested shrug in that teenager sort of way. Only when I looked at the photo later did I see he’s looking like the proudest guy in the world.
I could run fast too if I had a jaunty hat and my feet weren’t required to touch the ground. I found myself going the wrong direction in a quite popular 5K on a quite small sidewalk.
And then it was 20 miles later and I was sorry to see it end. My legs were not. And then I had pie. Because, well, you know …