Sadly, because I chose to wear an outfit with no pockets, the camera was left behind. No picture of guys sitting on bleach buckets in front of the homeless shelter. No picture of crack head guy who attempted to sell me his little plastic bag of goodness. No picture of the back of the 80 year old lady I tried to keep up with the entire way. Nope, no juicy pictures. But hey, I still have a story to tell:
When I called my friend “World’s Cheapest Person” on Saturday to confirm that I’d be at her house at 6:45 am so we could drive into the city together, she informed me that her friend would be joining us. Perfect, the more the merrier! As long as we stick to our golden rule, which is of course “every man for himself.”
Translation= if you can’t keep up too bad for you because it’s a race.
And of course, as it would turn out, I was the one who could not keep up. And I was ditched somewhere around the 1 1/2 mile mark.
And I was totally fine with it. You wanna know why? Because I knew that my ever so sweet handsome husband had loaded the Ipod with upbeat, run-like-the-wind-you-go-girl type of music just before I left for the 1/2 marathon and that would keep me motivated.
Ahem. Let me show you a few of his stellar selections:
Yipee Ya Whoo!
At this rate, in about 10 years, I should be able to qualify for the Boston marathon. 🙂