Amy is running in the Bloomington mini-marathon tomorrow. So if you’re there, go ahead and cheer for good old #381!
We are both alumni of IU, so it was nice to roam around the campus a little bit this evening. I can tell I’m getting old and surly and have lived in Tippecanoe County for too long. Some student was jaywalking in front of my car, and I mumbled as an aside to Amy, “You’re way too trusting. I’m from Lafayette. I’ll effin kill you.” (Except I didn’t use the “effin” euphemism, but, you know, this is a family blog.)
Good Luck! If I am wandering around town and see a #381 zip by, I’ll be sure to shout something supportive.
I know what you mean about the jaywalking, though. I am too much of a paranoid buzzkill to ever have such free-spirited habits, but a few of my friends were nearly killed multiple times freshman year because of their mistaken belief that the forcefield of youthful exuberance they wore would somehow allow a car going 35mph to stop on a dime. Luckily, my car’s brakes squeal so much right now that any quick stopping on my end is usually met with a sufficiently satisfying look of fear on their end as they ponder for a quick second whether this screaming hunk-o-junk is capable of actually stopping in time.
I’d think the IU buses would take care of any jaywalking tendencies. I might be a grumpy old man who’s lived in Lafayette too long, but those s.o.b.’s are *nuts*.
I didn’t think to see which fraternity it was, but there were a few guys in the house across the street from the Fiji house that were awesome at cheering on the folks at mile marker 11. After running the 5k, I set up camp there to cheer on Amy. Those guys being out there made it fun. Someone put a big ass stereo in the window and pumped out the jams. Too bad I’m not 10 years younger and a resident of Bloomington, because I’d probably have to pound a few beers just about now. I’ll just have to make do with a shower and some pizza before I head north, I guess.
I about had a heart attack this summer when I was in Rome chaperoning a high school trip. Our guide, a native Italian, would constantly step out into a street almost without looking. We, the 40 students and adults that were behind him were expected to follow. He told us that we worried too much that Italian drivers would always stop.
What a small state we live in. I read this post last night, after the race. My wife also ran the 1/2 marathon.
I talked to her about it this morning and commented about how I wish I had saw that before so we could say “Hi!”.
We looked at the pictures today. Turns out, they were running next to each other and were talking to each other during the race. Too funny.
Wow! Small world.