Marathon of Death and Faith No More

The White Nights Marathon was the worst time I’ve ran, but the best race I ran at the same time. I was feeling like shit the day of the race. Still really sick yet determined to convince myself otherwise. So I ran a solid 2 hour half marathon and felt like death. At this point I knew there was no way I was going to finish. I just decided to go as long as possible I suppose from curiosity. I made it to mile 15 crawling. I pushed on. At mile 17 I decided to but a snickers bar and a Coke then if I had no energy, I would quit.

I was rejuvenated. I pushed forward with caffeine power. At mile 21 the nice old lady offered to call the ambulance. I laughed and moved forward toward the finish. I ran with a guy for 5k and then it was all me. I finished in 5 hours and random minutes. I got a medal, one which I felt I actually earned. Running with the flu sucks.

Then I decided to medicate myself. Boy did those drugs mess me up. I expressed my love to many people while on these allergy drugs. I was in love with the world. I don’t have allergies so I stop taking that medicine. Besides they were giving me horrible headaches. I bought some actual antibiotics recommended by Katya on Wednesday. They are normal and work.

I regress, Tuesday I saw Faith No More in concert. I left work early to get there on time. I bought horrible seats but this worked to my advantage as they didn’t even open my section. In fact I noticed that they were not checking tickets at all. So I wandered to the VIP section where I watched the show directly in front of the stage mere feet from Mike Patton. That’s not the story.

I met an Irishman, a Kiwi, and an English speaking Russian girl between the opening act and FNM. They were talking about smoking in the concert hall (which was a hockey stadium). I turned around and told them in English that the guy next to me lit up and all the guard did was told him to put it out. Then we chatted briefly before the band came out. Once FNM started playing a domestic dispute erupted. The Russian girl who was dating the Irish guy punched the Kiwi in the face. He started whining about the girl being a bitch and punching him. The Irish guy tried to calm the situation but the Russian girl ran off.

The rest of the concert I could see the Irishman texting the Russian girl. The Kiwi was bitching too about how rude she was. Awesome.

I had a great time at the show. It was great because I felt I had an advantage over the crowd as I understood all the words.

It felt true when I was yelling “I’ve never felt this much alive” during The Gentle Art of Making Enemies.