5K and the Curse of the Cristo
As I eluded to earlier, Kirsten and I were in Indianapolis this past weekend participating in a big run called the Indianapolis Mini-Marathon. It's one of the largest half-marathons, if not the largest, in the world with 35,000 people participating. It's a weekend event really as we found out Friday afternoon when we got down there. We rode down with our friends Emmett & Julie and were to hitch a ride back with other friends Mark & Carmen who were coming down a little later than us. When we arrived around 2, tons of people were already in the convention center where you could pick up your registration packet and then go through the center where various sponsors had booths and were pimping their products and also giving away some free stuff. Pretty good time. I had no idea there are so many all-natural drinks out there. Some of which tasted like snake pee though. Gross.
Friday night we headed over to a restaurant called Bennigan's which is like an Applebees, or a TGI Fridays, only not as good. Time to carb load for the run early the next morning. Around the table we go placing our orders. And then we come to Emmett who orders.... The Monte Cristo.
From the Bennigan's Menu:Yikes. The first sentence makes this out to seem like a delicious, healthy club sandwich. The second and third sentences destroy all possibility of that. He orders it, we all laugh.
The meals come and then we laugh even harder. This thing was ridiculous. First of all, they say it's "lightly breaded." Lightly breaded my ass. This thing has a good 1/4 inch of breading on it, deep fried and if that wasn't enough, it's covered in powdered sugar! I mean I'm all for being disgusting and eating things like chicken wings for every meal, but you have to draw the line somewhere. Emmett manages to knock down about a quarter of it before he started to lose consciousness. This "sandwich" has no business being on a menu anywhere in this fine nation of ours. Just gross.
The next morning we're up at 5 AM to get ready to go down to the race. (We were staying at a hotel outside of the city) and Mark, the one non-runner in our bunch, decides to be proactive and go get gas while we're still getting ready. Well he goes outside starts to back up the car and snap! breaks a strut and a spring on his car rendering it useless to us. The Curse of the Cristo is born.
Emmett & Julie swing by and pick us runners up while Mark has the unfortunate task of waiting until normal business hours to see if he can get his car fixed. (Our fingers were crossed since they were our ride back!) So we all pile into one car and head on downtown for the run.
The 35,000 or so half-marathoners get a move on including Emmett, Carmen and my lovely wife (all of whom completed the 13 mile trek with ease) and I wait with the 2000 or so people left for the 5K which includes morbidly obese people, retirees and me. Off we go...
... and I finished! My first 5K that I was able to run through to completion. I'm not sure why running comes so hard to me but it does so leave me alone. Next up for me, the 5K Storm the Bastille run this summer. Looking forward to it.
So we finish the run and, with perfect timing, the car has been fixed! So we go meet Mark, who has been at Midas and it's surrounding shops for the past 5 hours. Off we go, just need to stop for gas. Mark fills the tank and click! The car's battery is dead. The Curse of the Cristo continues. Back to Midas for a new battery.
We eventually get out on the road and make it back home, conquerors of the races but not quite conquerors of the Cristo.
Friday night we headed over to a restaurant called Bennigan's which is like an Applebees, or a TGI Fridays, only not as good. Time to carb load for the run early the next morning. Around the table we go placing our orders. And then we come to Emmett who orders.... The Monte Cristo.
From the Bennigan's Menu:Yikes. The first sentence makes this out to seem like a delicious, healthy club sandwich. The second and third sentences destroy all possibility of that. He orders it, we all laugh.
The meals come and then we laugh even harder. This thing was ridiculous. First of all, they say it's "lightly breaded." Lightly breaded my ass. This thing has a good 1/4 inch of breading on it, deep fried and if that wasn't enough, it's covered in powdered sugar! I mean I'm all for being disgusting and eating things like chicken wings for every meal, but you have to draw the line somewhere. Emmett manages to knock down about a quarter of it before he started to lose consciousness. This "sandwich" has no business being on a menu anywhere in this fine nation of ours. Just gross.
The next morning we're up at 5 AM to get ready to go down to the race. (We were staying at a hotel outside of the city) and Mark, the one non-runner in our bunch, decides to be proactive and go get gas while we're still getting ready. Well he goes outside starts to back up the car and snap! breaks a strut and a spring on his car rendering it useless to us. The Curse of the Cristo is born.
Emmett & Julie swing by and pick us runners up while Mark has the unfortunate task of waiting until normal business hours to see if he can get his car fixed. (Our fingers were crossed since they were our ride back!) So we all pile into one car and head on downtown for the run.
The 35,000 or so half-marathoners get a move on including Emmett, Carmen and my lovely wife (all of whom completed the 13 mile trek with ease) and I wait with the 2000 or so people left for the 5K which includes morbidly obese people, retirees and me. Off we go...
... and I finished! My first 5K that I was able to run through to completion. I'm not sure why running comes so hard to me but it does so leave me alone. Next up for me, the 5K Storm the Bastille run this summer. Looking forward to it.
So we finish the run and, with perfect timing, the car has been fixed! So we go meet Mark, who has been at Midas and it's surrounding shops for the past 5 hours. Off we go, just need to stop for gas. Mark fills the tank and click! The car's battery is dead. The Curse of the Cristo continues. Back to Midas for a new battery.
We eventually get out on the road and make it back home, conquerors of the races but not quite conquerors of the Cristo.
Labels: 5k, monte cristo, run
posted by Derek at 2:18 PM
2 Comments:
This thing hasn't let me comment in a while so we'll see if this one works... Congrats on the condo selling btw! ( i did comment on that but never showed up). Anyway, good work on the 5K! That's what I would like to do and the Bastille looks quite fun! Running at night seems so much more logical to me than hot days. Maybe I'll come join you! Good work in Indiana though, that's excellent and I can't believe that food choice of Emmett's! Yikes
way to go on the 5k derek...big accomplishment!
so there is a bennigans in mpls and we actually had a friend order the monte cristo AND FINISHED IT! disgusting. dave was not running a mini marathon, however, the next day which makes it uber-disgusting.
ps-i enjoyed the tone of this blog; it had been awhile since you showed your sarcastic and sassy blogging skills.
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