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Karin thanks drunken frat boys

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

drexel

As I write this note of thanks, my feet look like they were beaten with a meat tenderizer and I’m still peeing five gallons of Gatorade. But it was all worth it. From the hours of 7-11 am on Sunday, I was running the Philadelphia marathon. Sometimes I wanted to break my own legs so I could just give up, and other times I thought how amazing it was to get to run on a gorgeous morning. But without a doubt, the highlight of the marathon was the benevolent whack jobs that cheer on the runners. I saw everything from a man dressed as the Pillsbury dough boy, a 13 piece rag time band, perverts offering free hugs, college kids handing out beer at mile 24, and of course the infamous frat boys of Drexel University. They inspired me to dream about day drinking and nudity for the next five miles rather than why the fat lady wearing felt antlers was cruising past me. For those minutes of peace, I owe them (naked) thanks. 

The only picture of me taken where I don't look like I have facial paralysis and a desire to off myself. This is after the marathon where I am sporting my medal given to morons who pay money to run 26.2 miles for fun. Like me!

The only picture taken where I don't look like I have facial paralysis and a desire to off myself. This is after the marathon where I am sporting my medal given to lunatics who pay money to run 26.2 miles for fun.

Frat/Sorority row at Drexel. Every marathon should include a pat on the back from an underage frat boy drinking Old English at 9:30 am.

Frat/Sorority row at Drexel. Every marathon should include a pat on the back from a frat boy drinking Old English at 9:30 am.