The Finnish Line

I had a fantabulous time at the AIDS run on Saturday. Leslie Jordan was there to honk the starting horn and he was in full "Beverly Leslie" mode! As I waited for the run to start, I noticed the woman with the number 666 and I smiled sweetly at her. Then I tried to look for the person with the number 69 so I could get a good laugh, but the run had already begun.

It was more of an obstacle course, really. I kept having to maneuver around people and you totally have to watch where you're going because a lamp post can appear out of nowhere and bop you in the face! It almost happened to me. The same goes with park benches and barriers. I felt like I was on an episode of American Gladiators. I finished with a time of 32:01, but was more like 31:50 because I didn't start at the start line. There weren't any family or friends there to cheer me on, but that's ok. There's always next year. My nieces will be old enough to travel by then, and they're all about cheering for their uncle. They're my little cheerleaders whenever I play Dance Dance Revolution at the movie theatre. =)

During the run, I saw this father running with his son and daughter and they were wearing t shirts with the flag of Finland on them. It was really funny because the son kept lagging behind and the father and daughter were yelling at him and taunting him in a foreign language. The boy was like 14 or 15 and I could tell he'd grow up to be a cute little foreign gay boy. Foreign Gay Boys (FGBs) rank up there with Hot Gay Nerds (HGNs) in my heirarchy of turnons. Also in that bracket are Ski Instructors with Leg Injuries (SILIs) and Unusually Tall Altar Boys (UTABs). Anyway, the father and daughter totally left the boy behind and he was totally pissed the rest of the way. I've never heard little boys swear in Finnish, but I think he was swearing when he saw them at the finish line. Foreign people are just plain interesting.