Call it want you want but I was humored by the fact on the flight here to Arizona the man on the other side of Mike was reading a book called "Meeting God again for the first time" while I was a Tucker Max book. Specifically the chapter "Blowjob Follies" I found wonderful humor in this irony.
So we are in Phoenix, Arizona. Gorgeous weather here, but crazy as it sounds I am totally ready to go home to Iowa. The city is definately not the place for me. Plus this posh Sheraton hotel we are in....sucks. The sheets are so loud they wake you up and they charge $12.95 for 24 hours of internet in your room! Unless you want to hightail it down to the "link cafe" THEN its free. I mean this is a $200 a night hotel, I'm thinking the internet should be free. Then again I am from Iowa, everything is cheap.
So the results are in, Mike finished his FIRST marathon in 5 hours and 55 minutes! I did the half in 4 hours 39 minutes....I mean it take REAL skill to manage to be one of the LAST 4 people to cross the finish line. At least I don't THINK I was the last person to cross. I could very well be if the others hopped in the van and copped out.
Not that I care what my time was but for arguments sake I will let you know WHY it took me so long. At about mile .5 I saw a girl walking by herself like me, that had about the same length of legs and looked about my pace. So you know me, I befriended her. Her name was Franchesca (I am sure the spelling is wrong). Come to find out her friend called her at 4am that morning and said she wouldn't be participating. So she was a alone, 20 years old, first time doing anything like this, and 3 months pregnant. When I found that out my unwavering loyalty kicked in and there was no way I was going to leave her, no matter what!
We had a great time talking, she was from the Phoenix area and we had lots to discuss since we had never met before. Neither of us could drink the water they were giving out on the route. So we stopped at a gas station. Around mile 10 she wasn't looking so good and asked her if she really thought she could make it. At that point the police escort that was literally 5 feet behind us. She was pale and I made the decision that she really needed to get a ride and end it. Plus she felt dizzy. I made the officer stop and call for a ride for her. I stuck with her until I knew she was safe on the shuttle, I wished her well and told her that the name Christopher that she picked out for her son was MORE than a perfect name! I plan on using my investigative skills to find her.
Needless to say at about mile 10.5 I started to book it and the police officer wished me well and told me I was a good person for sticking with her. I told him I liked him but I was tired of being followed by him and someone else could be the last person that he is followed. I passed many people & eventually made it to the finish line, where I was greeted with the knowledge I would not get a medal, because they ran out. Figures. The will supposedly mail me one.
Well Iowa here I come, flight leaves at 5:30 can't wait! I miss my Christopher!
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