The 2009 Fremont Oktoberfest Brew-Ha-Ha was this Sunday the 20th. It was my second race ever, and I ran it in my new Utilikilt. This might sound odd in some places, but in Seattle in general, and Fremont in particular, the only people who took notice complimented me.I was "honored" to be running in the elite "Beer-Belly Division," a group for men over 200lbs. and women over 160. My time was recorded as 39:35, which didn’t make sense to me. When I crossed the finish line, the huge timer I passed by said 38:01 since the gun fired (I was one of the first people out of the gate), and I also felt that I had kept a better pace throughout than in my last run, and the weather was cooler and not as draining, and I didn’t feel like I was going to die when I finished, which also differed from the Torchlight Run.
My iPod didn’t help, since it seems to think 5 kilometers go by much faster than they do; like the last race, it informed me that I was finished when I still had another kilometer or so to go. I don’t know why it does that.
After the race we skipped the Oktoberfest festivities and dropped into Gordito’s Healthy Mexican restaurant in Phinney for lunch. I think whatever health benefits their menu claims are counteracted by the massive portions they present you with. I got the Burrito Supreme, and even without rice, the thing was bigger than my forearm. Katherine’s regular burrito was about one and a half burritos from Chipotle worth of food. We ate as much as we could - which was an embarrassing amount - but had to throw away a good portion since we weren’t going home anytime soon. Sit on it, starving third world countries!
After lunch we headed to the Seattle City Center to take advantage of the uber clear day and play tourist by going to the top of the Space Needle. We were both much more impressed than we thought we’d be. The platform, which is 520’ in the air, is basically a museum of the Needle itself and the Seattle area. The views were better than we could have thought, and short of strong winds blowing my kilt willy-nilly (welcome to Seattle, folks!), the visit was a good one. Well worth seeing once in your life.
And since I know the only thing anyone reading this cares about is seeing pictures of me in a skirt, enjoy:
"Please, Lord, don't let me run over any steam grates."
That's right, I'm wearing a kilt. Say something. Yeah, that's what I thought.
And I wonder why I was in the Beer-Belly Division.
Why pay for a souvenir when you can take a picture of one?
My iPod didn’t help, since it seems to think 5 kilometers go by much faster than they do; like the last race, it informed me that I was finished when I still had another kilometer or so to go. I don’t know why it does that.
After the race we skipped the Oktoberfest festivities and dropped into Gordito’s Healthy Mexican restaurant in Phinney for lunch. I think whatever health benefits their menu claims are counteracted by the massive portions they present you with. I got the Burrito Supreme, and even without rice, the thing was bigger than my forearm. Katherine’s regular burrito was about one and a half burritos from Chipotle worth of food. We ate as much as we could - which was an embarrassing amount - but had to throw away a good portion since we weren’t going home anytime soon. Sit on it, starving third world countries!
After lunch we headed to the Seattle City Center to take advantage of the uber clear day and play tourist by going to the top of the Space Needle. We were both much more impressed than we thought we’d be. The platform, which is 520’ in the air, is basically a museum of the Needle itself and the Seattle area. The views were better than we could have thought, and short of strong winds blowing my kilt willy-nilly (welcome to Seattle, folks!), the visit was a good one. Well worth seeing once in your life.
And since I know the only thing anyone reading this cares about is seeing pictures of me in a skirt, enjoy:
"Please, Lord, don't let me run over any steam grates."
That's right, I'm wearing a kilt. Say something. Yeah, that's what I thought.
And I wonder why I was in the Beer-Belly Division.
Why pay for a souvenir when you can take a picture of one?
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