Good weekend. Some beers, some good buddies, some work, some running, some creatures, some sugary wheaty fatty food. I liked it. We watched beer olympics, ran the Furry 5k, ate a big breakfast, dig six post holes, spent too much on lumber and sat around a smoky fire and toasted smores.
The Furry 5k was a slugtrailing conga line of every person and dog you could imagine. Slow, weird people and slow, weird dogs. I couldn't see the fit and fast ones because we showed up late and were in the back. Finally, on the uphill, we started to pass everyone because they were walking (in a race!). And then I farted while I was running up the hill so I really had to keep running fast so I could get away from the people I'd farted next to. I imagined Suzy and I were a flash of blue and black, they would never know my identity. We were coming down the back stretch, all paws and sneakers and tongues lolling. And Suzy took a big poop right at the three mile mark. I could see the finish line! A volunteer standing there whipped a bag out of her pocket and courageously told us to keep running! as she pulled the bag on like a glove. So, that we did. The times are not posted yet but there's no way we finished in less than 40 minutes. I think our first split was probably 20 minutes on its own.
Now, it's almost 10:00. I am full of pizza and water. The dogs have oatmeal for dinner because we forgot to get them food today. Lazy humans.
Good day. Thanks, friends.
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