The signs went up last week. Homeowners Associations sent out e-mail notices, the Traffic Department made robo-calls, the newspaper printed maps, warning motorists.
The race begins and ends uptown, but comes through our neighborhood. The 10-mile mark was at our corner. When the runners reached that point they had been traveling uphill for blocks and blocks.
It was cloudy, damp, and cold–in the 20’s. The leaders had passed. This is part of the thundering herd.
I think I used to have a butt like that.
DEARLY BELOVED! When is the last time we saw that thing–the 70’s?
As the grandsons might say, “Bummer!”
(To paraphrase the comic strip BC today, I did not mean to include the Golden Retriever contributing to the Gross Domestic Product. I hope the owner had a bag. There were more witnesses than she anticipated.)
There is always one of these guys. BRRRRRRRR!!
The dog wasn’t in the race, incidentally. He, like the Golden Retriever, was out to contribute to the Gross Domestic Product.
All of these drivers forgot about the traffic warnings. It always happens. Tomorrow there will be angry letters in the newspaper from motorists who had to wait for 9,000 runners to pass.
We came back inside, poured another cup of coffee, and looked out the back window occasionally.
Just like the Energizer bunnies.
Still running. . . !