33 minutes...
Two miles later and I've run my first profesional race...or i mean i've drank my first legal beer, i mean first race...uh. Regardless- I'm back in Wisconsin and spent the day at the locust street fest with the pops and bro doing the Beer Run for 2 miles in crazy run for your life you should take cover rains.
11am the sun started to hide behind the clouds as we bought our first beer to get ready for the 1130am start of the race. As we sipped at our beer the sprinkles started to fall, followed by a steady rain, until the entire couple hundred crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs, jumping around in the can't see 2 inches in front of your face rain- waiting for the start.
Laughter, watered down beers, soaked to the bone and drenched undies made up a wonderful morning followed by a fabulous afternoon of street bands, beating sun, and brats in Milwaukee.
It was like mifflin, but legal.
It's weird to be home. I miss Sara, and not being able to say my every thought to her at any moment. I miss everyone from the past three weeks. I miss speaking spanish. I miss guatemala. I miss El Salvador. I miss Central America- hell I miss latinos, and I could go back in a heart beat.
The feelings from last summmer came back in a flash and they aren't easy to ignore.
NYC is 2 weeks away and excitement is there, but hidden at the moment.
For now I'll bask in the warm summer Wisonsin breeze, in the company of family, and where everyone has my same accent.
11am the sun started to hide behind the clouds as we bought our first beer to get ready for the 1130am start of the race. As we sipped at our beer the sprinkles started to fall, followed by a steady rain, until the entire couple hundred crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs, jumping around in the can't see 2 inches in front of your face rain- waiting for the start.
Laughter, watered down beers, soaked to the bone and drenched undies made up a wonderful morning followed by a fabulous afternoon of street bands, beating sun, and brats in Milwaukee.
It was like mifflin, but legal.
It's weird to be home. I miss Sara, and not being able to say my every thought to her at any moment. I miss everyone from the past three weeks. I miss speaking spanish. I miss guatemala. I miss El Salvador. I miss Central America- hell I miss latinos, and I could go back in a heart beat.
The feelings from last summmer came back in a flash and they aren't easy to ignore.
NYC is 2 weeks away and excitement is there, but hidden at the moment.
For now I'll bask in the warm summer Wisonsin breeze, in the company of family, and where everyone has my same accent.
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