I was so, so, so, so close to my goal time of 1:25 that I can smell it. (It reeks of sweat, as one might guess.) I officially started the race about six minutes after the gun, and I finished the race just under 1:31, so I will be v. v. close to my closer-to-80-minutes-than-90 goal. I need to check here over and over and over again until they post the official results.
Late-breaking update: 1:24:44, thank you much. (If you don't believe me, and why would you, click here and enter bib number 6666.) I finished a not-too-terrible 5930th out of 7469, which means 1539 people ate my shorts. Statistics that are less pleasing to me:
Eight of the 10 boys age nine and under beat me.
Three of the 5 girls age nine and under beat me (including, and I'm not sure I believe this, five-year-old Ann Robertson).
Six women over the age of 65 beat me (including Ruth Dulaney, 70, who trounced me by six minutes).
23 men over the age of 65 beat me (including Wheeler Stanfield, 74, who walloped me by 20 minutes, which is awfully cool of him while still being depressing to me; good job, Mr. Stanfield).
Of the 93 25-year-old men in the race, I finished 91st.
Of the 53 Matthews, Matts and (one) Mattie in the race, I finished 52nd. (And no, it wasn't the Mattie I beat, thank you.)
Anyway. Not horrible. Not horrible at all.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
