Laughter, joy, and loneliness and . . .
The funnest run I've had in a long time this morning. Erin decided she wasn't pregnant enough to stop running yet, and Deirdre and Jody showed up to boot. KJ is out for a bit with what was diagnosed as a possible stress fracture in his foot, but me and Deirdre are dubious of that diagnosis (although I'm getting my info third hand).
Anyway, after taking longer than usual to get started, we take off at what Zeke would describe as "ass draggin easy" pace up Larchwood and Thomas Sts. and back down Warrington. I have never seen so many people stare at us as ostensibly stared at the preggo who was running. Deirdre found $10 on the sidewalk by Clark Park and a split second later a dishevelled man came up to her with big doe eyes. After spending a minute pondering who could use the 10-spot more (she is after all a grad student), she forked the money over to him and he made straight for the Wurst House. We didn't stick around to see whether he took advantage of the 2 PBR forties that WH had on special for $5. It's all good in the hood. And now we are hatching up a race, at Deirdre's behest, where we are looking to put the guerilla back into the G5k, complete with focal theory and all. Viva Che and commodified outrage.
Oh yeah, 5 miles in 43:27.
Speaking of focal theory, Dylan was a fortunate focus for yesterdays blog entry, as it flushed Scott out of his summer of slacking and also preceded my scoring Dylan tix for his concert here in Philly come November. I'm very psyched on both accounts.
And finally, tomorrow I'll run the Two Street 5K. I am lured to run this by the prospect of meeting, in person, the enigmatic U2runner. I have also been promised that I'll run on a team, complete with shirts featuring the Rolling Stones' lips logo, inspired by the lyric, "Lifes just a cocktail party on the street" (name the song). And that is probably what will happen tomorrow, as that is what you get when you mix Mummers with running.
Bet you can't get that combination anywhere else in the world. Did I ever say I love this town?!
Anyway, after taking longer than usual to get started, we take off at what Zeke would describe as "ass draggin easy" pace up Larchwood and Thomas Sts. and back down Warrington. I have never seen so many people stare at us as ostensibly stared at the preggo who was running. Deirdre found $10 on the sidewalk by Clark Park and a split second later a dishevelled man came up to her with big doe eyes. After spending a minute pondering who could use the 10-spot more (she is after all a grad student), she forked the money over to him and he made straight for the Wurst House. We didn't stick around to see whether he took advantage of the 2 PBR forties that WH had on special for $5. It's all good in the hood. And now we are hatching up a race, at Deirdre's behest, where we are looking to put the guerilla back into the G5k, complete with focal theory and all. Viva Che and commodified outrage.
Oh yeah, 5 miles in 43:27.
Speaking of focal theory, Dylan was a fortunate focus for yesterdays blog entry, as it flushed Scott out of his summer of slacking and also preceded my scoring Dylan tix for his concert here in Philly come November. I'm very psyched on both accounts.
And finally, tomorrow I'll run the Two Street 5K. I am lured to run this by the prospect of meeting, in person, the enigmatic U2runner. I have also been promised that I'll run on a team, complete with shirts featuring the Rolling Stones' lips logo, inspired by the lyric, "Lifes just a cocktail party on the street" (name the song). And that is probably what will happen tomorrow, as that is what you get when you mix Mummers with running.
Bet you can't get that combination anywhere else in the world. Did I ever say I love this town?!
posted by seebo | 12:36 PM
3 Comments:
I expect a detailed description of U2 runner in Saturday's post. Run well and earn your entry fee!
Who knows if it's really a fracture. Either I can't run because of A, or I can't run because of B.
I'm going swimming tonight. Stop by UCSC if you wanna get schooled.
I love that since KJ can't run, he's attacking the non-running sports with gusto.
Photos of U2runner, please.
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