In order to allow others to experience the thrill of victory, I did not enter this year’s Peachtree Road Race in Atlanta. (What’s your excuse?)
Although we do not have an exact number, it is believed that approximately 1.53 bazillionty-nine crazoids entered the race for a chance to earn a cool T-shirt, zero glory and a painful, public death.
Heat and humidity kept most of away from this year’s event, along with our inability to walk all the way to our cars on hot days without pleading for air, water and someone kind to cuddle us until we regain our strength.
This year the organizers used different colored flags to give warnings to participants:
There are reports of thousands of runners who lost their faith in God when their prayers for a black flag were ignored.
A Kenyan, Peter Kirui, won the men’s race with a time of 27 minutes, 37 seconds, the fifth-fastest time in race’s history. Two other runners from Kenya came in second and third, probably because of the nation’s poor public transportation.
A lady from Ethiopia, Mamitu Daska, won the women’s division with a time of 32 minutes and 22 seconds.
Both victors were first-time Peachtree Road Race winners.
Today would be a good day to either begin training for next year’s Peachtree Road Race or start dreaming up a good excuse for skipping it again. I’m thinking my Archimedes Tendon might be too sore, personally.