Marathon Madness

Please don't think less of me, but I really enjoy knowing that right now there are thousands of men and women in short shorts and tank tops, with every conceiveable body part taped to another body part to stop it from rubbing, flapping, or bouncing around, standing outside in a parking lot somewhere... and that it's probably less than 40 degrees at the start line.

It's marathon day!!!

Who runs that far for fun? Who enjoys a sport where people have to tape their nipples so that they don't bleed from rubbing on their shirt? Who voluntarily sucks arctic air into their lungs while forcing their bodies to run unnatural distances? Who pees while running down the side of the road? Marathon runners freak me the heck out!

Anyway, in honor of the Disney Marathon, my co-workers and I collaborated on some "still life" art up at the help desk:

Marilyn made little race numbers for Chip and Dale. I made them each little sweat bands (not that they will need them in this cold!). And today "John X" (also known as BloomingJohn, BeJohnCe, and now Boomer) added a caption. Yep... you read it right... "26.2 miles to bloomingdales." John actually called it a "cosmic coincidence" that he realized the closest bloomingdales to his house is, in fact, 26.2 miles, and that he made this realization the day before the Marathon.

He's very precious... and today he was obviously very bored.