>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.
The Year of the Monkey
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.