Ugh - drunks, step dancers and bagpipes. Shoot me. Or them. I'm good either way.
I also wrote something like "hold that thought".
The Saturday before the Irish cavalcade, there were not one, but two (well three) races - all St. Paddy themed.
Some church run - which I did - had two races: a 2 miler and a 5 miler. I did the latter. Many I know did both. Later in the day there was a Jameson 5k. Je did not do that.
It's Cleveland in March. It's gonna be cold, and you're running right next to a Great Lake. The high for the race would be 31, not factoring in windchill.
Oh - and the organizers were attempting to get a Guinness World Record for the largest kilted run.
Kilts are skirts with nothing on underneath. I was 100% sure the organizers must have meant 'skirt', as they would not be checking to see who was wearing what below. And your shirt size was supposed to determine your kilt size to which they'd provide.
My shirt size is XL. Without noticing until I got home, They gave me a M kilt. Those only sizes were M and XL, btw. Yeahhhh......it fit, but........it wasn't the waist which worried me, but the length.
As you can see, I look like I stepped out of Britney Spears "Hit Me Baby Me One More Time" video shoot. Goooooogle image that if you must. These weren't kilts as much as catholic school girl uniforms.
As you can also see in the pic, as it was so cold almost everyone wore something under their "kilt". As you can see - Blobby did not.
Well, you can see I didn't wear leggings to keep warm. But I was true to the theme. I wore a kilt - not a skirt.
Yes, Blobby was freeballing it.
You might imagine that it might cause problems - and you would not be wrong.
Sitting down anywhere was not an option. Had I worn an XL, maybe I could have gotten away with it. The wind off the lake was also going to be problematic. More so for anyone else participating or spectating.
Blobby had to borrow an extra safety pin and secure the lower part of the kilt together so it wouldn't "twirl up". But it made it tighter for my gait than I would have liked. Yet, that is the price.
Like always, one-quarter mile into the race and the cold was no longer a problem (except for my hands.....always my hands). I didn't have any record set, but you know it was a 'fun run'. The first 1/3 of a mile was dodging walkers and people with dogs. .....and hoping the kilt stayed on.
Still, I wasn't out for time. Just to get my first race of 2026 on the books. And allegedly, though not by name, I will be in the Guinness World Record book - next to those fat twins riding mini-bikes - as we unofficially attained that record.
Song by: No Doubt
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