Five Rock N Roll Runfessions

It's the last Friday of the month and you know what that means...

It's time for Runfessions!  Let's get right to it.

I usually don't pick up coins while running.  But dollar bills, now that's a different story.  Anyway, you know the saying "See a penny, pick it up..."?  I saw a shiny penny on heads recently and declared it would be my lucky charm for RnR Chicago!  With no pocket, I held on to that it as of my life depended on it, or at least as if my race results did.  When I arrived safely home with it I runfess I took that penny and  ...  have no clue what I did with it.

Speaking of luck, I've always heard it's good luck if a bird poops on you.  Apparently, the more birds  the better.  Well, with perfectly executed choreography a few of them let it go as Marcia, Wendy and I were walking to the race start.  The noxious liquid hit the sidewalk in front of us and splattered on Wendy.  I swear when we looked up, they were smirking.  She went on to have a great race. I runfess, I hope next time the birds will crap on me...with a shiny penny in my pocket.
 

While in Chicago, I was fortunate to attend two brunches and connect with many wonderful bloggers; most of whom I had never met in person.  I felt like I already knew them.  That part was actually kinda weird.  "It's so great to see you again!  Oh wait, we've never met!"  I runfess, there were so many of us it was hard to spend quality time with any one lady. 




Kim and I trying out our Price Is Right modeling skills.

I runfess, I may have let a few choice words fly.  As I was running across the State Street bridge -- just before the iconic Chicago Theater -- WHAM!  A heavy, wet bundle of newspapers smacked the pavement between myself and several young girls.  They screamed.  I cursed.  I spent a while pondering how that happened.  Did someone throw them from a high rise?  Did a drone drop them from the sky?  They landed with such force they had to have fallen a long way.  None of my theories made sense.  Oh, wait...it must have been those pesky pigeons.
 

This is not the best pre-race selfie.  But if you could have smelled the putrid gentlemen standing right in front of us, you'd understand how difficult it was for us to smile and not breathe.  We couldn't let those fumes get inside our mouths!  It smelled as if they decided to forego the porta-potty and poop like the pigeons.  I runfess it was necessary to squat down and retie my shoe. 

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