Your talking dog finished today's ING New York City Marathon in a stunningly mediocre finishing time of 5 hours 40 something minutes... thus, reversing the effectiveness of last year's strategy of running Washington, D.C.'s Marine Corps Marathon a week before... this year, evidently, I didn't fully recover from the earlier marathon (perhaps driving back from it wasn't the greatest of ideas...). Live and learn... we'll have to consider this in planning next year's mishugas.
The City came out in its usual gigantic and enthusiastic numbers, Mrs. TD and the Loquacious Pup and Mr. Crabcakes were out on the course cheering, along with millions of others. At this, my fifth NYC in a row since the life-changing and life-affirming post 9-11 NYC Marathon, I'll probably keep the streak alive as long as my physical condition enables...
I find the physical exhaustion followed by the complete mental and emotional release put me in a state of balance and relaxation that are necessary to deal with our country turning into a South American military junta (hat tip to Bruce the Veep.) I suggest everyone out there find some similar release... dark times are ahead, it seems.
Congratulations on finishing the Marathon in respectable time.
With the heat and humidity, it was the first time I ever saw The Dog sweat.
Posted by Still Crabby After All These Years at November 7, 2005 11:57 AM
Yes, TD. I was there too, with water balloons in hand. But for some reason, I just couldn't do it.
Posted by Hassan Bar Sinister at November 7, 2005 1:18 PM
I must make my sorrows publicly known about the death of Sheree "Babs" North, the original Hootchiemama. We spent several glorious summer nights together, many years ago. At first she thought my plans of world conquest endearing and fanciful, but then grew frightful when she realized I was serious.
Posted by Hassan Bar Sinister at November 7, 2005 3:18 PM
You, Babs and I go way back. Remember the time we rolled that wino in Tucson.
Boy, that girl could run in heels. She could do a lot of other things in heels, if you catch my drift (or am I being too obtuse?). Now that I think about it, that useless Cosmo kid looks an awful lot like you.
and death to infidels.
Posted by Still Crabby After All These Years at November 7, 2005 5:57 PM