That's Vergas. In Minnesota. Not Vegas.
Wanna know another way not to confuse the two? Because in the Vergas 5k, they have guys running with goats. I kid you not:
Some general thoughts on the event:
- Thank God I did beat the goat. It likely helped that his handler was running in Muck Boots
- The lady in the coat and purse above didn't run, which is a good thing, because she looked in pretty good shape and likely would have kicked my ass
- Turns out goats poop while running, which explains why this guy ran with a goat and not a dog
- Speaking of goat poop, since the course was "out and back" I got the pleasure of dodging goat poop for most of the last mile. Turns out goats poop a lot at the start of a run.
- Although I didn't ask, I wondered if people called the goat "Tom Brady"...
- While I didn't medal in my age group, I would have if I would have with my time had I been in my 30s. I need to start to formally identify as a millennial...
Just another average Saturday in northern Minnesota. It has been a very, very long winter.
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