The Boy and I went to his running group’s end-of-season dinner party this weekend.
The greeting of the evening seemed to be, It’s great to see you with your clothes on! Meaning, of course, wearing street clothes instead of running clothes. But still…
No surprise, The Boy is the fastest runner. And he’s the craziest: he ran five marathons in 2010. The runner-up for the crazy award ran three. {Nuts, both of them.}
I sure am proud of my Marathon Man!
Hey, I ran 3 marathons last year. It doesn't seem so crazy to me.
That's because you're crazy. Crazy can't judge crazy.
Everyone knows that.
Even crazy people know that … at least 99.9% of them?
Or 95% in any case.