Yo Soy Tu Papa

The mini-marathon was this weekend, and I managed to complete the run, once again. Every year I say I am not going to do it again, and then I every year I do it again. I just forget how much it hurts. In the words of Napoleon Dynamite, "It hurts real bad."

During my run, I was thinking about funny things I could write about in my blog. To be quite honest, there really wasn't that many comical things that happened. Or, maybe the pain and the heat were taking my head out of the funny mode.

* Roadside Bands--They always have bands every half mile or so sprinkled throughout the course. These are amateur bands, who probably play the bar circuit around here, but I assure you, I have no idea who any of them are. Some are Christian, some or Rock, some are Rap, some are techno DJs. Some of the highlights included a woman singing "Praise Jesus" by a church, lots of rocker bands who I thought that maybe Jake was singing with, and my favorite, a lady with a guitar which made one runner next to me say, "Hey, I think that was Phoebe singing 'Smelly Cat.'" That might have been the only laugh that was uttered by me that entire race.

* Little-Annoying-Running-Chick--There was this one little woman that was in front of me for a long time that would not stop talking. Now, granted, I would have liked some interesting conversation to eavesdrop on because what else do I have to do? But, she would not SHUT UP!
"These songs are just way too loooooooooong," she whined as the various "pump up" songs blasted through the loud speaker on the Indy Speedway. "Hmmmmm, what a random thing to say," I thought. A couple miles down I am still behind this little annoying running chick. I am not sure if she felt like she was with a "slow" group but she had to be sure to tell loudly to her running companion (whom she was always a good 3 feet ahead of) what her past marathon times were, and that she thinks this is the slowest pace she has gone. At this point, I really don't like her. Then, at mile 10 (my predicted "breaking point" with her) she told her running companion that "this is where they start picking people off." Now, if I had any energy left in any of my being I so would have given her a great big sweaty elbow to her face (which is probably where her head reached my body).

*Chaffing--This is not really funny ha-ha, but more funny weird. No body part is safe from the chaffing monster. However, I am glad I am not a man that has to deal with bloody nipples. So gross.

But, it is over, and I didn't die. I only have some chaffing issues and very, very sore legs. Going down stairs feels like someone is ripping my muscles apart. But, hey, I will get over it, and I am sure I will do it again.

(Oh, and by the way, "Yo Soy Tu Papa" if that is even how you spell it, is what made Jake and I laugh every time we said it. If you haven't seen "Meet the Fockers," you should at least see it for that part.)