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Rex

Zing!

What a refreshing run that was for me and what a crushing defeat that was for the humans in the race.

Did you come downtown to cheer on your good friend Rex as he crossed the finish line 45 minutes before any other runner in the Pittsburgh Marathon? I did spy one or two “Go, Monstrous Killer Death Lizard Rex, Go!” posters as I whizzed by the blur of crowds.

Norm managed to snag one picture before I really picked up speed:

I know it’s terribly blurry and you can barely see the awesome Nikes that Norm found for me, but taking a clear picture of a T-Rex running is like trying to take a picture of heaven.

Good luck with that.

You might read in the newspaper that an Ethiopian man was the first across the finish line, but that is just because he was the first HUMAN to cross the finish line. The race organizers angrily waved a rule book at me after I completed the race.  Something about non-humans being ineligible.

I don’t know.

I ate the book before I could read it.

Rawr.


Rex

On your marks …

Well, 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:

photo credit

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.