There was a time when it seemed normal to think about, to want to, to train for and even to run an ultra marathon. Now, I feel like those dudes at the Riverhawk Music festival... Nope, I don't believe you! That's what everyone of the five chicks working the beer tent with me said. Hey, I didn't want to tell them about my sickness in the first place. But one of them asked about my "Don't Quit" bracelet. I tried to cop out with, "My daughter made it for me." But no, these weren't dudes, "Cool man." End of story. These were chicks, and they wanted "the Story."
Ok, so I give them the story, half-way expected them to be impressed, half-way expecting them to think I was Looney Tunes. They were neither impressed, nor did they think I was Looney Tunes, they just thought I was a liar. I guess after watching me swill beer all weekend.....
So, the next day I put on my Vermont 100 Mile Run Shirt, sucked in my belly, puffed out my chest and...... couldn't find even one of those broads to set straight. I was starting to doubt this "Hunnert" mile stuff myownself.... until I went to Publix and musta been 4 people notice the shirt, "Wow, You ran 100 Miles."
"Well, er, yeah, it was a while ago."
And then last night at a TC function.
"Mr. Mathews, my son had you over at Jesuit, and he has your St. Pete Times article on his wall, you are his role model."
Course, I guess Robby never saw me swill 100 oz of brew.... still, can't tell you how good it felt, it was Kool in the Gang baby!Be well, I'll be back, just you wait!