sister Amanda ran the Portland Marathon today!!! damn proud of her.
we sat for about 45 minutes up around the 20mile mark / RedBull-sponsored aid station, clapping and cheering for all the folks runnin' by. my cousin is a super-positive-cheerful type, and would call out the runners by their names on their tags ("Way to go, Kristy!!! Doin' Great Marvin!!! Yay, runners!!). sister stopped to blow her nose and chap-stick up, and she was looking better then than at the finish of the half-marathon she ran a few months ago. We got to see her about 100 yds from the finish too. She finished around 4.5 hours (i think). once again, more power to all them folks....
i kind of gave my sister's friend we spectated with bad visuals when i explained the whole "bleeding man-nipples" phenomenon for runners. each time a dude with bloody nips passed, she'd turn her head and curse me for bringing that to her attention. .(..no, those are NOT those cool '80's shirts that change colors with your body temperature... them's is streaks of blood drippin' from man-boobs...)
my cousin, her boyfriend, and sister's boyfriend killed time by authoring a worksheet of subjects, verbs, and direct objects. whilst whipping a shitty on Interstate Ave, we saw a bird of prey (small hawk/falcon?) smash a pigeon out of the air at a MAX platform and preceed to squeeze/stomp/strangle it, and then fly off with it. i knew NoPo was tough, but i didn't expect to see death up yonder today.
.....i freakin' give up on finishing Medal of Honor: European Assault. there's no goddamn way i can get past all them assholes in the final bunker.
i did laundry for the first time in approximately 1.5 months today, ate at the Roxy, and saw my sis conquer 26.5 miles of pdx, the Steelers won, talked to my brother, and tried in vain to find out when Tool tickets for 12/5 go on sale.... damn nice Sunday.
we sat for about 45 minutes up around the 20mile mark / RedBull-sponsored aid station, clapping and cheering for all the folks runnin' by. my cousin is a super-positive-cheerful type, and would call out the runners by their names on their tags ("Way to go, Kristy!!! Doin' Great Marvin!!! Yay, runners!!). sister stopped to blow her nose and chap-stick up, and she was looking better then than at the finish of the half-marathon she ran a few months ago. We got to see her about 100 yds from the finish too. She finished around 4.5 hours (i think). once again, more power to all them folks....
i kind of gave my sister's friend we spectated with bad visuals when i explained the whole "bleeding man-nipples" phenomenon for runners. each time a dude with bloody nips passed, she'd turn her head and curse me for bringing that to her attention. .(..no, those are NOT those cool '80's shirts that change colors with your body temperature... them's is streaks of blood drippin' from man-boobs...)
my cousin, her boyfriend, and sister's boyfriend killed time by authoring a worksheet of subjects, verbs, and direct objects. whilst whipping a shitty on Interstate Ave, we saw a bird of prey (small hawk/falcon?) smash a pigeon out of the air at a MAX platform and preceed to squeeze/stomp/strangle it, and then fly off with it. i knew NoPo was tough, but i didn't expect to see death up yonder today.
.....i freakin' give up on finishing Medal of Honor: European Assault. there's no goddamn way i can get past all them assholes in the final bunker.
i did laundry for the first time in approximately 1.5 months today, ate at the Roxy, and saw my sis conquer 26.5 miles of pdx, the Steelers won, talked to my brother, and tried in vain to find out when Tool tickets for 12/5 go on sale.... damn nice Sunday.