Putting in Miles

Running the marathon requires putting in some long miles, getting out there on Sunday mornings when your impulse is to stay in bed, sleep a little longer, and hope that rest is a bigger factor in your finishing times than the long run.  But it's the long run that tells the tale.  So, this morning I climbed out early and punched in 2 hours and 46 minutes.  Enough to get me back to my lovely daughter's house, where I spent the last two nights enjoying the company of her and her man.  And the birthday boy, who's got a busy social and work life that seems to keep him occupied much of the time.  But the daughter and I (and her friend) ran the Blubber Run on Saturday morning.  It's a fun "race" where the winners have the best costumes, not the fastest legs.  You can look here for the photos from race day, taken by her man (perhaps I could call him Herman for short), but the photos can't tell the whole story.  Yes, it was a drizzly morning, but that made it good running weather, and it didn't deter Willie Wonka and the Oompa-Loompas, the bunches of grapes, the can of spam, the carrot and rabbit team, Mr. Peanut, or the hundreds of other who happily duded up and put in 5K for a t-shirt and the right to some James Page beer.  The race champion was a flyswatter and the pair of flies he chased through the race.  Herman says I was the 33rd finisher.  Cool!  Next time maybe a costume should be requisite.