I've run Boston qualifying times (um...current standards and 2013 standards) and I'm still not going to that race. Why? Because my husband's "friend" lives there and this dude is a mooch. If I go to Boston I will be forced to visit his alcoholic self and his green-card seeking wife and their debt, deals, pyramid schemes, veiled insults, and freeloaded meals. This man is a con. And he annoys me. So. Whatever creative registering scheme they come up with and however long they ignore the gender gap, I am not planning on registering because I don't feel like getting talked into eating at an expensive restaurant and getting the "Oh, I forgot my wallet" speech again.
P.S. Really I'm not running it because hills kick my booty.
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Hehehehehehehe.
ReplyDeleteThat is all.
I don't like running hills but where I live they can't be avoided. However, my hills are nothing compared to Boston!!! This post totally made me laugh, I think we all have come across this version of a person at some point and they make a great story but are to be avoided in real life :)
ReplyDeleteLOL :D
ReplyDeleteGo incognito. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah right, you're going. I already know it.
ReplyDeleteI think that guy sounds like a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like a great friend. Hubs better watch out, you might leave him to go live luxuriously with this winner!
ReplyDeleteHahaha...hilarious.
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