Revisiting Sammi...and the Chicago Marathon

I'm bored of out my gourd here tonight. No, seriously.

Are there productive things I COULD be doing? Well, yes of course, but who wants to be productive?? I'm seriously losing my mind here. I'm sick of our movies, don't watch t.v., don't have a book that I feel like reading (The Republic is *killing* me right now - it's like chewing a mouth full of peanut butter), the internet is so same-old, same-old (how 'bout some updated blogs, friends??), and Steve is gone to a basketball game.
Anyway, so I thought I'd dig through some old stuff and see if I found anything interesting.

Here's Sammi, my niece, from this past fall. She has some *intense* eyes, doesn't she??



I like it better in black and white though:



One more....



Then I decided to take a trip down memory lane to my trip to Chicago for the Chicago Marathon. I enjoyed remembering that awesome trip, the people I met, the kick'n hotel, while deftly avoided thinking about fat naked guy.

Here's some shots from the big race:
The wheelchair competitors arrive first.....


Followed by the fastest humans on the planet: women.

Ok, that's not true. Actually, the men come in next. Blasted men.


Now for the exciting part--have I told this story already?? Stop me if I have. I'm smashed up with all these big-wig photographers--Runner's World, Sports Illustrated, etc. etc. at the finish line, waiting for the first placer to come in. Everybody gets all excited as he approaches the finish line.



Thing is, it's been rainy and drizzly all day - not to mention wicked cold outside. Oh, and the finish line is only about 2 blocks off the freezing cold Lake Michigan, which is blowing a gusty frosty wind over the whole city. Well...you figure it out...



Uh-oh:



Oh yeah, gonna feel that one in the morning....





No worries. He's ok. Save his injured pride. And tailbone. And you KNOW there's no fat on that body to cushion his fall. Ouch.



That's all I've got. Hope your night was more exciting than mine.