>Look What I Can Do!>Monkey Slayer-in-Chief
psst. I'm going to be there!
Well, that settles it. I definitely won't be able to make it now.
Besides, I've exceeded my annual quota of phallic jokes.
A Dance with Monkeys
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Nice job on the Boulevard Bolt, by the way. I saw the results. Can't remember the specifics, but something like 6th place? I do know you ran sub-6:00 pace.
Not too shabby! Especially in a field of what, 6,000? Nice.
The Logic of Long Distance
Plus, Sam is getting drunk the night before...
JK--I was 18th I think. Just taking it easy. It was fun to race without trying to go to the well. But I did a double-take on the Habitrot results--are you kidding me? 5k PR 5 days after a marathon? GO TO ROCKET CITY!
You better watch it--you're going to have to change your slowpoke persona pretty soon. Nobody's going to believe you.
And you're way too eager for this rematch. It's got me worried.
Other assorted excuses: my toe hurts, it'll be cold, and Sam frightens me. Plus, I have to save money for Christmas. Think of the children, man. The children. It's all about them.