Running with the Midnight Sun
The Midnight Sun Run took place on Saturday night and I had a blast watching from the blanket on my lawn.
There were three definitive groups of participants:
- the serious runners out front with beautiful bodies who were sweating but hardly laboring and completely ignored me and my friends and our catcalls,
- the here-to-have-fun sometimes-runners sometimes-walkers in the middle, some of whom smiled and waved and did little performances and requested mardi gras beads for our catcalls,
- and the families with strollers near the back who weren't worthy of our catcalls.
And then the old guy who insistently stopped to take our picture and I'm pretty sure he zoomed right in on my rack.
Trying to take pictures during the race was frustrating because my camera wouldn't cooperate as fast as I needed it to. But Damon just told me Friday that he bought me a new Rebel. Because he loves me so much.
(See, he's in San Diego for one more day yet which means I might get away with that for only, oh, eight hours or so. But I'm totally going down there to beat him up and steal his new Rebel.)