At any rate, I ran the last two days, including the Corporate Challenge last night. As is typical for the Challenge, it was a humid night with 12,000 runners crammed into the streets around Boston Common. The race distance was reduced from 3.5 to 3 miles because of construction in Kenmore Square, where we would normally turn around. It's a different kind of run because you're dodging and weaving, slowing down and darting between people, and hoping you don't trip or cause someone else to trip. I was done in just under 24 minutes, which isn't bad considering how many people I had to wade through at the start. There was a group of about 50 folks from my company who took a bus into the city to run, walk or drink. We went to Jacob Wirth's afterward and enjoyed some post-race libations. Good times.
Send in the clowns:
- The weather in the Midwest has been insane lately, but the latest news is the strangest: They're blaming muskrat holes for the levee break in Missouri, causing floodwaters from the Mississippi River to pour into Lincoln County. It's bad enough the elements are against those poor folks, now they have to deal with angry muskrats.
- The U.S. Air Guitar Championships hit LA last night and looked to be a good time. But can any of those jokers play rockin' air guitar AND drums while driving? Didn't think so. Bring it, chumps.
- You've no doubt heard of George Carlin's death last Sunday at age 71. The man was a genius. I saw him perform at UNH my freshman year of college (1985) and he was amazing. He pulled no punches and liked to point out hypocrisy in all its forms. He will be missed.
- Good God, y'all. Even Mini-Me's got a sex tape. If you're any type of celebrity at all and you make a sex tape, the thing's going to get out on the Web. Why bother acting surprised anymore?