Without any planning on my part, following a series of events that had come together mysteriously like pieces of a puzzle that had found together during the night, I completed Atlanta’s Peachtree Road Race this year. Have got a T-shirt to show for it, too. My friend Linda (Wilson) was the organizer, complete with starting numbers and all, out of the blue. All I had to do was show up, and run – actually, run some, walk some, run some – you get the drift, something I felt I could handle.
The most memorable moments took place before the race even started. I got up in the middle of night for the purpose of meeting on a dark parking lot so we could carpool and get parking ahead of the 50,000 other loonies equally happy to rise early to form lines at 5:30 in the morning. Parking was easy. However, I have never seen so many people lining up in front of so many portapotties. We have sure come a long way since Woodstock, or in my case, the Isle of Wight.
Most surprising, given all we did was wait to go to the toilet, was the deafening noise of half a dozen news ‘copters overhead. Sums up the news on teevee today rather nicely, doesn’t it?
No Tag
