
On your marks …
by Rex on May 1, 2009Well, it is Friday and the Pittsburgh Marathon is Sunday. I’ve already got my number, as you can see, but I still haven’t found my shoes.
Norm is going to get me new ones for the race after a conversation yesterday that went something like this:
Rex: Make me new shoes or I will drop kick you to the Point.
Norm: Okay.
Self-preservation is so cute on Norm.
Between you and me, I made a big deal about the shoes because I want to look good for the race. I do not need shoes to win a mere 26-mile race. I once chased a velociraptor for 70 miles. I probably could have had him at 2 miles, but I wanted to see him do his personal best before collapsing and dying. I’m a motivator. It was touching.
Do you ever wonder what it is like for a monstrous killer death lizard like me, the perfect combination of strength and speed and handsomeness, to run a race against mere humans?
Maybe this will help you understand:
Yeah, it’s kind of like that.
If you come out to the race on Sunday, be sure to say hi to your good friend Rex. I’ll be that handsome dinosaur with a medal around his neck while being a solid half-hour into his nap by the time the first human crosses the finish line.
Rawr.
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