Showing posts with label wtf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wtf. Show all posts

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Windermere Marathon


I had heard some bad reports of last year's Windermere Marathon, mostly along the lines that the course was not clearly laid out. Yes, pretty much the entire course was on the Centennial Trail, so it's pretty hard to screw that up, but apparently they did. It was the first year, though, and those kind of things might be expected.

Having trained a lot for the 50K RiverRun (awesome), Sarah and I decided to piggyback all those months of training and do the Windermere too. It was really expensive but they do bus you out to the starting at Post Falls and marathons are never cheap. We figured this was the second year, and they probably had it "dialed in" now. Beside, I really wanted to support this event. It would be great for the running community and great for our city.

Leaving from the arena, the bus ride out was perfect for the 7 am start. Everything seemed pretty flawless. There was a short starting delay to coordinate with the half-marathon which started at Mirabeau.

The first inkling that something was wrong was when my GPS watch showed that we were 0.7 miles into the race, but the race marker along the trail said "Mile One." It got worse. Eventually word surfaced at about Mile 23 that if you wanted to qualify for Boston you had to turn around at the finish line and run 0.8 back into the course. Sure enough, as I was .8 out from the finish there was a guy taking people's names and writing them into a notebook. Then after the names were written down and the 26.2 actually run, runners would walk or run back to the finish line (another .8) to get their medals. WTF?

I had no desire to qualify for Boston, but I did want to run a full marathon, so I crossed the finish line at 25.4 and then, as directed, ran back into oncoming traffic for .4 miles, turned around and crossed the finish line again for 26.2 - a true marathon's length. I sure as hell was not going to run 1.6 miles on top of what they were calling a marathon just so I could get my name written down in a notebook.

The Windermere Marathon is sitting in the fabled catbird seat. It goes along some of the most beautiful stretches of the Spokane River's Centennial Trail. Very little traffic control is needed. It passes through two states. The course is flat, so times will be fast. It takes place on the day of the Lilac Festival - a great evening of partying after the event. The weather this year was great. They have been given an awesome chance at creating a world class destination marathon.

Lots of great volunteers this year, nice shirts, beautiful medals, plenty of water stations, a great EMS response by the fire department and AMR as I saw IVs being started left and right during the finish (the second finish) on passed out runners.

Riverfront Park was a showcase for our city and for this race.

The organizers of the marathon had all this going for them and all we expected was that when we crossed the finish line, we had actually ran a marathon. How hard is that?

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Mister Yuke's Chupacabra Music Video...



Mister Yuke submitted this, this morning. Says he is now going back to his roots and is working on a Polynesian ditty called "The Jehovah Witness War Chant." Oooh Boy.

If you want to sing along, here again are the words:

Chupacabra, why don’t you lower your defenses?
You been out hoppin’ fences and bitin’ the cows
Oh, you’re a mean one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Could hurt me somehow

Must you draw the blood of mammals, choop?
There’s room at my kitchen table
a vegetarian diet is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine goats
are safely sleeping in my stable
And you only want the ones that you can’t get

Chupacabra, warm blood you love to monger
Your thirst and your hunger, they’re makin’ you crazed
You’re hairless, oh hairless. Well, you must always be chilly
Carnage in the village, Loren Coleman would be dazed.

Don’t your teeth get cold in the winter time?
Eyes full of tears and your back full of spines
Its hard to tell if you’re mammal or reptile
You’re jumpin’ ‘round like a kangaroo
Aint it funny how you always bring a smile?

Chupacabra, why don’t you come to your senses?
You know you’re our favorite cryptid, we think that you’re great
It may be rainin’, but there’s a blood puddle around you
You better let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late

Friday, March 20, 2009

Mister Yuke is back in town. Drops off Chupacabra song.

Looking very tanned, he asked me if I could post this song for him. He says there's a video in the works too. Shudder. Not much uke music, but OK, I guess.

He says his fretting hand is injured. Whatever that means. I can attest that his left hand looked like it has been repeatedly mangled. Blood still oozing through the bandages. Yuck.

Says he spent the winter "South." That's all he would disclose. When I asked about the injury, he said the song might help explain it. Terribly mysterious.



He wanted to make sure that everyone had the words so they could sing along. So there you go. Here's the song.

Chupacabra, why don’t you lower your defenses?
You been out hoppin’ fences and bitin’ the cows
Oh, you’re a mean one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Could hurt me somehow

Must you draw the blood of mammals, choop?
There’s room at my kitchen table
a vegetarian diet is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine goats
are safely sleeping in my stable
And you only want the ones that you can’t get

Chupacabra, warm blood you love to monger
Your thirst and your hunger, they’re makin’ you crazed
You’re hairless, oh hairless. Well, you must always be chilly
Carnage in the village, Loren Coleman would be dazed.

Don’t your teeth get cold in the winter time?
Eyes full of tears and your back full of spines
Its hard to tell if you’re mammal or reptile
You’re jumpin’ ‘round like a kangaroo
Aint it funny how you always bring a smile?

Chupacabra, why don’t you come to your senses?
You know you’re our favorite cryptid, we think that you’re great
It may be rainin’, but there’s a blood puddle around you
You better let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late