Marathon Badonkadonk
I have a confession to make.
At one point during the half-marathon I ran in December, I noticed I was running behind a woman with a nice round badonkadonk. Not too big, not too small. A perfect shape. And it seemed a good pace to maintain, just a few steps behind her. She stopped to stretch after a couple of miles and I kept going, remembering one of the beautiful things on the course that I'd seen.
Now you may be familiar with Trace Adkins' current hit song "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." It closes with the lines: "That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk."
Well, I'm not a country music star. I wasn't running in a half-marathon in order to see nice marathon booty. That was not my intention at all and I'm a little ashamed to be sharing this story with you.
But what I've since learned is that a lot of marathon runners talk to each other during the race. Back in December, most of my runs had been on my own and I hadn't done much talking with other runners but that will be a goal for the future.
Anyhow, in my last post I'd promised something a little lighter so people could stop worrying that I'm all depressed. There you go. My embarassing marathon badonkadonk tale.
At one point during the half-marathon I ran in December, I noticed I was running behind a woman with a nice round badonkadonk. Not too big, not too small. A perfect shape. And it seemed a good pace to maintain, just a few steps behind her. She stopped to stretch after a couple of miles and I kept going, remembering one of the beautiful things on the course that I'd seen.
Now you may be familiar with Trace Adkins' current hit song "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." It closes with the lines: "That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk."
Well, I'm not a country music star. I wasn't running in a half-marathon in order to see nice marathon booty. That was not my intention at all and I'm a little ashamed to be sharing this story with you.
But what I've since learned is that a lot of marathon runners talk to each other during the race. Back in December, most of my runs had been on my own and I hadn't done much talking with other runners but that will be a goal for the future.
Anyhow, in my last post I'd promised something a little lighter so people could stop worrying that I'm all depressed. There you go. My embarassing marathon badonkadonk tale.
posted by bl at 8:58 am
3 Comments:
My respect for you continues to plummet every time I hear/read that story.
(Just kidding :)
I had a funny marathon moment a few weeks ago... did I post about it?... also on the physiques of runners. or is it their builds?
Hey. I'm only human.
I don't remember reading/hearing about your funny marathon story involving physiques.
I just remember how you let Harmon, the old man from Tennessee beat you. That was a great story.
But I could use a laugh.
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