Beautiful Eugene (not Mirman)

I am back from running the half marathon portion of Eugene's inaugural marathon. I got a little choked up when we started at Hayward field, where Billy Crudup once wore a handlebar moustache and pretended to win races. It's a really beautiful course and it was a fantastic day. If I run it next year, I am for sure going to wear a Pre 'stache. I woke up this morning and was so pleased that my legs weren't all sore and threatening to fall off, and then I stood up.
I forever hate the lady who asked my friend and I if we were both running in the race, and we said yes, and she sized us up and said archly, "Half marathon?" I wanted to tell her that this ass has run the Portland full, but instead: when she left the room, I said her baby was ugly.
I was happy with my time, and I got to see the runner finish who won the overall women's marathon- so if I could run twice as fast and twice as far, I would have taken it. It's good to have goals.
One surprise at the race was spokesmodel Jared Fogel, there to represent marathon sponsor Subway. Another surprise was how standoffish he was, given that he's only famous for being less fat than he used to be. A friend who was photographed with him says that she was dispatched with a little shove between her shoulderblades. Huh!

This is the beautiful Ritz Quackers statue that defines the taste, decor, and tone of the downtown area. A lady passing as I took the photograph said "You must be from out of town!" and I told her we didn't have such wonderful things in my tiny town. He's got gemstones stuck to him and must be worth a zillion dollars.

At this Eugene karate school, they will teach you to fly through the air and kick a blue guy's ass, even though your head is disconnecting from your shoulders.

Eugene count:

Hackysack games seen: 6

Dude with a long white beard and a golden turban on a bike: 1

Puppies for sale in boxes: 4

Tie-dyed t-shirts: Infinity