Sun 3 Aug 2008
Somehow I dragged myself out of bed at 6:00am yesterday to run the Highland 5K. I’d tell you how I did, but the geniuses who ran the show had technical difficulties (meaning that after a very long wait, they told us all that there would be no trophies and to go home). The stated issue? Someone had “tripped over the power cord,” unplugging it. Oddly enough, they were working on a laptop (generally those have batteries…). My recommendation for the not so fleet Fleet Feet people? Stick to running and leave the technical details to those more qualified.
After the 5k fiasco, I wandered over to watch the stout Scottish men and women throw uncomfortably large objects: stones, balls on chains, bells, etc. (No cabers were witnessed.) Then I snapped a couple dozen pictures of the parade before hopping back on my scooter and driving home. (Another plug for scooters: when a parking lot is completely congested with parade floats, a nimble scooter has no problem weaving its way through and getting out. Get one. Seriously.)