2nd overall in 15:17. It was 45 and raining, so I spent the last two miles of the race debating if this was the moment I should let go of the door and tell Rose I love her.
|I am sorry Jack, letting your type up here would diminish property values.|
I lost many electrolytes this week from pitiful sobbing. The sobbing started whenever I realized that every lost Democratic Congressional seat was a vote for climate change legislation. Barack Obama sobbed a bit too, but wherever his tears hit the ground, a fully formed apple tree appeared.
|Ugh, women. AMIRITE??|
Snow: Today, I'm dandruff free. It's clinical strength precipitation!
Extreme Heat: A great philosopher once said that when conditions are like this in herrre, we should promptly remove our wardrobes.
Frogs and/or blood: It shows how much He cares!
Warming-up was not really happening, but I was content because I took my pre-race pee against the side of the Dean Dome. All I have to do now is wait for the inflatable, ergonomically-designed Coach K doll to arrive from Ebay, and I will officially be a Duke student! My collar just popped in anticipation.
|Tucker Whiskerman III just completed his application! HE LOVES LACROSSE.|
The course was nicely rolling, with a long downhill to start. At that point, running fast provided freedom from the fear that my fingers would freeze, and from the fear that I would experience brain damage causing me to use alliteration unwittingly. I opened up the race immediately, and gained 20 yards on the pack of ice-people. At the second turn, I water-jumped what I imagine was the Caspian Sea while wishing that my amazing geography skills translated to knowing where the hell I was on the course. Luckily, Alex handsomed up alongside me just before the mile mark, and led me through the more complex neighborhoods.
|Our race photographer captured the course well.|
|Bullshitting ain't easy.|
Thanks for reading guys. Hope things are great!