Run Like the Wind

 

David is running a marathon tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. I will be spectating in a big way. BIG!

I will be as supportive as it is humanly possible to be at 7 a.m.

Dave is gonna run fast.

Actually he's got to run fast, because we have to be at a wedding just a few hours after he finishes.

The marathon and the wedding are inconveniently located several hours apart.

Run like the wind, Dave! Tiffy is depending on you!

David is playing the guitar in the wedding.

I'm bossing people around directing the ceremony.

It's good that he doesn't play the guitar with his legs, because I think they are going to be wore slap out.

I told Tiffy she should probably provide the artist currently known as Davester with a stool that he could  perch himself on.

I don't know if he's going to be able to stand up.

I hope so.

Run like the wind, Dave. Run like the wind.

Needless to say, it's going to be an interesting weekend.

You can hum the Chariots of Fire theme now, if you want.
I am.
Have been.
Not stopping.

Spectator at Large,
M. Dark