Of course some asshole in a pickup had to drive on the shoulder to cut in line. Right in front of us. My husband and I have serious pet peeves about line cutters. I almost got in an altercation with an entire family at the Eiffel Tower last month when they cut in line. I cut off half their party by physically blocking the queue. I’m only 5’1″ and about 105 lbs, so it took some major starfish stance to do this. I also glared at the family patriarch who was the ringleader of their nefarious plot to win the “most entitled family of tourist jerks in line today” award.
Anywho, that’s not why I wonder if I’m a bad person.
My husband bought a large pack of bright blue 5 gum at the last rest stop. I am sitting here passing time reading blogs and I see him putting his hand through the sunroof. I look at him perplexed, thinking he’s giving the pickup the finger. But no. He’s flinging chewed up pieces of gum into the flatbed of the truck in front of us. He missed a few, but probably got half a dozen in.
I can’t help it. I think this is hilarious.
Am I going to hell for supporting masticated gum assault?
About the Baystate Marathon — I didn’t get my BQ by 9 minutes. 😥 My stomach was shitty again. I don’t know why, but I’m suspecting anxiety. It really drained my energy level. However, mentally I was really strong and I’m proud of how my attitude shaped up. This training cycle I trained my mental game as hard as my mileage, and it worked on race day. My legs, heart and head were in the game, but my GI tract was not. Some things you cannot control on race day.
However, I did PR by over 14 minutes (4:04:09). And finished with a huge grin.