***DRUNKARD'S SPOILER ALERT: Finally, for those readers who have been waiting to get a glimpse of the Viper, your day has arrived. See the bottom of this post.***
There is some race today. Some magazine is covering it live online.
Some of you have probably read in that very same magazine about the possible return of the that same race's legendary four-time winner, "Boston Billy" Rodgers. At the end of that article, which ran in the most recent issue of that magazine, you were left hanging with the question of whether Rodgers would actually run that race. Well, if you haven't learned elsewhere, he is. He probably won't win.
Robert Cheruiyot is the defending winner. Ryan Hall is the American favorite to save us Yanks from the tyranny of East African marathoners. Kara Goucher plays the same U.S. savior role on the women's side. I'll be rooting for my comrade in facial hair and prophet of sockless running, Brian Sell.
If you got this far and you're feeling like I half-assed this portion of the post (which I did), you can get a proper lead-up to this somewhat notable race at the Science of Sport, which really breaks shit down proper-like with way more numbers and graphics than I'm capable of fabricating.
DRUNKARD'S UPDATE: It's over. Ryan Hall and Kara Goucher each finished third in their respective races. Hall should have worn a wig and entered as a woman. He would have destroyed those girls. Brian Sell finished 14th. Bill Rodgers finished in 4:06:49--my new time to beat.
Why is it that the scenery looks different when you're on foot compared to when you are driving in a car? I decided to run a different route through some of the the West Akron neighborhoods and in the process got lost when I missed a turn.
What I hoped would be another mile or so became another two miles or so. No matter. It was 71 degrees and I was enjoying another sockless run. The sun felt good on my skin, and the new terrain was fun to explore, albeit disorienting.
However, I have learned a lesson. My silver and red New Balance 767s don't seem to agree with my bare feet.
And now a new photo of me:
Who wants breakfast?