"those who run seem to have all the fun"
again, right on, madonna.
i'll take this time to remind you of my blog name... tonight was the jpmorganchase corporate challenge (say that ten times fast) and my employer took part. and being THE most competitive person i know, i had to finish first for the work team... i had to be before the hot guy on three. (ambiguously gay? yes.) faster than the cool chick who the press followed in the new york marathon a few years back. faster than anyone of the fifty gillion worldwide employees who may or may not have been bussed in to the city for this event.
and.
i.
was.
3.5 miles in 21:29. not half bad. not my p.r. for this race, (eight seconds off, geesh), but not half bad. yay. and i owe it all to my shiny new sneaks*.
my heart goes out to the guy they wheeled out on a stretcher, that poor bloke. and the guy who was vomiting at about mile .5. yes, the jpmorganchase people have a nack for picking the hottest, most humid day of the year, but today was neither. not fabulously pleasant at race time, but not tragic nevertheless.
and to the mofo from google who cut me off not once, not twice... DUDE there was NO ONE around me. i know runners tend to gravitate toward lines or curbs or whatever, but did you have to run so closely to me that you cut me off twice? yeah, i beat you by a few secs, but we have unfinished business. and to the snarky cuntyface from nyrr who was playing twenty questions about giving me the elite sticker... yeah bitch, showed you up. don't ever question me again.
(augh, the song is about me, again. someone call carly and 20/20: mystery solved. and *kids, you should never try this at home: always break in sneaks before a race, not AT a race.)
i'll take this time to remind you of my blog name... tonight was the jpmorganchase corporate challenge (say that ten times fast) and my employer took part. and being THE most competitive person i know, i had to finish first for the work team... i had to be before the hot guy on three. (ambiguously gay? yes.) faster than the cool chick who the press followed in the new york marathon a few years back. faster than anyone of the fifty gillion worldwide employees who may or may not have been bussed in to the city for this event.
and.
i.
was.
3.5 miles in 21:29. not half bad. not my p.r. for this race, (eight seconds off, geesh), but not half bad. yay. and i owe it all to my shiny new sneaks*.
my heart goes out to the guy they wheeled out on a stretcher, that poor bloke. and the guy who was vomiting at about mile .5. yes, the jpmorganchase people have a nack for picking the hottest, most humid day of the year, but today was neither. not fabulously pleasant at race time, but not tragic nevertheless.
and to the mofo from google who cut me off not once, not twice... DUDE there was NO ONE around me. i know runners tend to gravitate toward lines or curbs or whatever, but did you have to run so closely to me that you cut me off twice? yeah, i beat you by a few secs, but we have unfinished business. and to the snarky cuntyface from nyrr who was playing twenty questions about giving me the elite sticker... yeah bitch, showed you up. don't ever question me again.
(augh, the song is about me, again. someone call carly and 20/20: mystery solved. and *kids, you should never try this at home: always break in sneaks before a race, not AT a race.)
posted by tom at 11:10 PM
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