Sunday, May 22, 2011

Fargo Marathon!

Hey all three of my followers! I haven't posted much in a while because school is coming to an end and you know what that means... FINALS! WOO! No. I'm so unexcited for that.

Now a version of my favorite overused sentence on this blog: But that isn't what this post is about.

It's about the Fargo Marathon.

I have two complaints, but first I just want to say that I actually love the marathon. I think it's awesome. I will never have the... whatever it takes to even attempt a marathon, so I applaud those who do. I also would like to add to a big thank you to those who dressed up like super heros and whatnot because you kind of make my day every year. Especially you, man running in the yellow towel with the rubber ducky! but I sincerly hope your wearing some sort of shorts under that in case of an incident...

Now my first complaint. I love the supporters and everything but the constant clapping on my street corner with literly .5 seconds between every clap from 7am to 1pm when the constant stream of runners finally stopped. I mean really, a little variation if you're going to subject me to that obnoxious behavoir.

I couldn't get out of my freaking house. I eventually had to join the runners for half a block trying to make it to the otherside because I HAD TO ESCAPE THE CONSTANT CLAPPER OUTSIDE MY HOUSE. So I live on the side of the block where there are two houses. Mine and lovely old Howard's house. Well they went by my house, around the block and up by Howie's.


I couldn't drive anywhere. I mean I know I'm talking about being lazy here while some people are running 26.2 miles but seriously.

I have a right to be lazy and I fully intend to take advantage of that right.


Is that wrong?

So anyways I saw a lot of people run by that I knew while I was sitting with Charlie outside, and when I went inside for lunch I continued to watch out the window of my runner-surrounded house and I saw who I was pretty sure was the only marathon runner who has ever read my blog... and I wasn't even outside to cheer her on. So I just wanted to apologize, and congratualte Lindsay for finishing the entire marathon. (I hope, you were really close when I saw you...)

The extent of my running.

P.s. Charlie handled the marathon like a pro. He ran through the people with me and didn't pull towards/away from any of them, didn't even growl once.

After watching tennis on thursday, Charlie showed my science teacher/tennis coach his pearly whites and I was starting to feel a little down but since we walked by bands and yelling people and CLAPPERS (the constant clapping is DRILLED into my head), and ran half a block with a marathoners/half marathon runners I'm suuuuuuuppppeeeeer proud of my puppy.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for watching the marathon! I love all the spectators! I was sad Ace had to be at home lounging around instead of running with me or watching somewhere. Last year I walked in the 10K and then Ace and I parked our butts at about mile 20 of the marathon and watched.