Run Baby, Run
Today was the Cleveland Marathon.
I know - why should I care? It's not like I was running. But Morty was....and that's why I care. His 19th marathon, to be exact. How can you not be impressed by that?? One of his friends was running his 106th. That might borderline on twisted, but who am I to judge?
I gave up running the second high school cross country was finished. I never ever ever enjoyed it, but when you're 6'2" and 120 lbs, there are not many sports options open to you. (Un)Fortunately, I'm no longer 120 lbs. Anyway, with a metal plate and nine pins in my right femur, it's not like I could do really well at running anyway. That's really a cop-out since folks who are missing limbs run these things all the time. I never got that runners high or ever felt that it wasn't always work.
It was great having Morty stay with us for the night. I met him downtown to get his gear and met some of his running peeps. The sign-in station was at our convention center, which is sadder than sad, I must say (and you must say like Ed Grimley). The bestest site I took in was the guy coming out of the building as I was going in. With his gear in hand, he stopped to light a cigarette. Ahhh....the 26.2 miles was going to be a breeze for him.
The three of us did nothing special. We just hung out....though Sophie and Tovah were all over him. Uncle Morty is their favourite....and it should be noted that Tovah goes to no non-dad easily. Naturally we carb-loaded Morty up and sent him to bed. I got him up at 5:45 a.m. down to the race in plenty of time. Well, a half-hour before race time.
By the time he crossed the finish line 3:40:47 later, I was finally awake up from my morning nap.
Becky's sister-in-law was slated to do the half-marathon, but unfortunately I do not see any finishing time. Morty? Did you trip her?