1:19:47! 20,535th place! (sadly, there was no prize money for 20,535th place. heh.) Whee. Next time my goal is to run one with no walking hat oll.

So the boy? Is all moved in. Yay! It's so fun to have someone to crow about all my ridiculous little moments of amusement to. (Last night: eee! my cucumber has a spine! Look, look! Isn't it eerie?)

Yesterday early on in the race there was a little hound dog on the sidelines howling his little heart out, wanting to chase after all the people running by. It was so cute. Arooo! There were quite a lot of elvis impersonators along the route too, but none of them were singing ain't nothin' but a hound dog. Man, I'm glad cats don't howl. Well, my boyfriend's family has a howling cat, but she's weird. Mine barely meow.

It's all dark and stormy out. I wouldn't mind a fast tropical storm with a funky soundtrack, but I think I'll have to settle for a light grey drizzle over the course of several days.