I got up this morning, hopped on my bicycle and rode down to Addison and Broadway to watch some of the 45,000 folks running the Chicago Marathon, specifically, our marathonning blogger, Bubs.
Amazingly, I managed to see him, shouting out "Go Bubs! Run, you hillbilly, run!" I'm pretty sure he heard me-- he turned toward me when I shouted this.
Not so amazingly, I missed videotaping him-- I was not quick enough on the draw with my camcorder as I saw him approach. To make up for it, I videotaped someone in a scary costume about a minute behind him. I was reminded of the words of wisdom Bubs had given his kids: "If your job entails wearing a costume, your career's probably gone off the rails at some point." It can only be worse if you're running a marathon in a costume.
Besides Bubs and the scary costume guy, I also saw Elvis and, I swear to god, Lou Reed. He was about two minutes ahead of Bubs. I'm sure he'd have been running right beside Bubs if he knew how much Velvet Underground Bubs had on his ipod playlist.