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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
A whole bunch of naked diabetes!
Last week I was battling this horrible cold from Sunday night through basically still today (I know I need to see a doctor for a cold lasting this long). So the Philadelphia marathon was last Sunday and my only goal was to finish, if that meant to walk half or crawl, I was going to do it. You can see in the picture above my pre-race look. The weather was great and I was feeling the best I had felt all week.
So the gun went off at 7:00am and I crossed the starting line at 7:33am or so at a solid slow pace, but I was feeling good and the course was so beautiful. The thing though with me is I talk to myself way to much. you know that angel on one shoulder and the diabetic devil on the other shoulder? That is exactly what I have just for some reason I lever listen to the angel side. At about mile 20 I started to think about things to make this marathon memorable. The thought entered my mind to streak the finish line. The idea first was to take off my long sleeve under shirt and cross the finish line in just my tank-top and undies, but that just didn't seem like a streak to me. Then I thought to just take all my shirts off and my shorts and cross the finish line in just my undies and hold my clothes as I crossed the line to get an official time and everything. From the picture above you can guess that I decided on just my undies.
Once I crossed the finish line, Oh yeah before I forget to tell you that yes I stripped down right next to the cops stationed at mile marker 26 and they could have cared less that I was going to to my skivies to finish the race. Then once I was done and I felt good because I had my sweaty clothes off I walked around for about 30 minutes just with my undies and finisher medal on. It felt so great, and now I know that I am a true amateur nudist. Above is me sitting next to the "Thinker" statue near the finish line.
I was a bit disappointed they didn't have "finisher" shirts at the end but the "finisher" medals were cooler than cool. This was my favorite marathon to date and I can't wait till next year and to see what I come up with to top my streaking the finish line. Sometimes I think I use diabetes as an excuse to be over the top crazy. Would I be this over the top if I weren't diabetic? Who knows because I am a diabetic and this is how I roll.