I haven’t even run my half-marathon on Sunday yet, but I’m already thinking about future races. I know I should probably be horribly offended by this, but… I want to be chased in a skirt. Preferably a pink one. And by a hot runner guy.
I wish there was one of these races near me, though if I get on a travel project next, I suppose it won’t matter because I could go anywhere for a race. However, then I wouldn’t meet skirt chasing guys that live in Manhattan and that I could actually date. And isn’t that what running is all about?