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cthulhiaMy 8th Somerville 5K for the Homeless. (Wow! I didn't realize it's been that many years).
Hello Global Warming?
Usually this race is comfy to cold.
It was almost too hot for OATMEAL!
Also, when most of your neighborhood cronies were up until 1 am at a Jonathan Coulton Concert with you, and all the other people you know who get up early on Saturday are at the Dragon-boat practice you skipped to run the race, it's unlikely that any of them will come down to watch you run, cheer you on, and, most importantly, perhaps buy you a cup of coffee (preferably iced, in this heat) when you realize there is none at this particular post-race and you brought no cash.
For the energy I may have lost from sleep deprivation, mojitos and JohnnyD's molten chocolate volcano death torte (or whatever it's called), I made it up by bumping into folks I knew well enough to try to pace. And, also, the show was N kinds of awesome (where N = "Z1 be Z squared plus C, And Z2 is Z1 squared plus C, And Z3 is Z2 squared plus C and so on") , especially since, thanks to the cat-herding efforts of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hahathor , I managed to win the show, and got a front row seat. (Julia was totally Set!)
No, I have not eaten that snowball tastycake-like thing that Paul & Storm threw at me. Wondering if I should build a shrine for it, (mostly to get out of eating it).
Now off to wrangle marching bands for the day. Between them and the unseasonably warm weather, it's a perfect chance to dress playa-style. (o:
| Year | Total time | Pace |
| 2007 | 34:08 | 11:01 |
| 2006 | 34:00 | 10:58 |
| 2005 | 34:41 | 11:11 |
| 2004 | 35:38 | 11:30 |
| 2003 | 38:57 | 12:34 |
| 2002 | 39:40 | 12:48 |
| 2001 | 39:15 | 12:38 |
| 2000 | 36:42 | 11:49 |
Hello Global Warming?
Usually this race is comfy to cold.
It was almost too hot for OATMEAL!
Also, when most of your neighborhood cronies were up until 1 am at a Jonathan Coulton Concert with you, and all the other people you know who get up early on Saturday are at the Dragon-boat practice you skipped to run the race, it's unlikely that any of them will come down to watch you run, cheer you on, and, most importantly, perhaps buy you a cup of coffee (preferably iced, in this heat) when you realize there is none at this particular post-race and you brought no cash.
For the energy I may have lost from sleep deprivation, mojitos and JohnnyD's molten chocolate volcano death torte (or whatever it's called), I made it up by bumping into folks I knew well enough to try to pace. And, also, the show was N kinds of awesome (where N = "Z1 be Z squared plus C, And Z2 is Z1 squared plus C, And Z3 is Z2 squared plus C and so on") , especially since, thanks to the cat-herding efforts of
hahathor , I managed to win the show, and got a front row seat. (Julia was totally Set!)No, I have not eaten that snowball tastycake-like thing that Paul & Storm threw at me. Wondering if I should build a shrine for it, (mostly to get out of eating it).
Now off to wrangle marching bands for the day. Between them and the unseasonably warm weather, it's a perfect chance to dress playa-style. (o:
