Last Friday was the day of the Akron Marathon race expo, where I nabbed some nifty knickknacks. I took a half day off work because that night I was inexplicably going to a high school football game and otherwise would have been strapped for time.
During half time of the game, the visiting team's marching band played a mix of tunes that apparently high schoolers only recognize from something called "Guitar Hero."
The band started strong with a Bon Jovi medley of "You Give Love a Bad Name" and "Living on a Prayer." (I'm ignoring the very recognizable, post-Bad Medicine song they mixed in because give me a break that's not Bon Jovi.)
They played some newfangled rock and roll song I didn't recognize. And then they played a certain Journey song, which I took it as a good sign at the time. But looking back, maybe the uneven rendition of the song was an omen to my pacing.
The home team's band was way more entertaining.
Did someone run over Vanilla with a slow-moving vehicle? Seriously, where has that guy been?
Wherein we find joy in anatomy.
Meg Runs, much like everyone else, finds happiness in my blog: "So happy I don't have to worry about shrinking scrotums."
Answer: Expanding scrotums can be just as bad. You could trip!
Happy Hour is almost upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend and good luck to those of you with races. Run well and drink well. Cheers!