AWD’s new filly ran a half-marathon a few months back. Big whoop. Well, it was for her. For me it was getting up at 5 am to drive her to the far side of town and drop her off. I would rather sell my children for medical experiments in Syria than get up at 5 in the a.m. on a Saturday.
For y’all goat-ropers who don’t know, a half-marathon is 13.1 miles. So now the filly has purchased one of them 13.1 stickers to put on her car!
AWD used to see those 13.1 stickers on cars blocking up my way on the street. If the sticker was on a mini-van, I figured it meant the number of crashes it had been involved in that week. But now all I have heard about since her race is how cool those @#&* 13.1 stickers are on cars. The filly is like that.
I don’t want to tell the filly but let’s face it, 13.1 miles is not that far to run. I’m sure I ran 13.1 miles during high school and junior high. I mean, all those laps at PE over the years add up, don’t they? But you don’t see the Big Sexy stickering up his F-150 with gay little 13.1 stickers, do you? Hell no! More