I ate the best burger in D.C. after the marathon, and I thought you should know about it. I’m sorry if you’re tired of marathon talk, but I’m not done yet.
*Sidenote: it depresses me that the phrase, “sorry I’m not sorry” has become so overused. When a term becomes abused with overuse, I refuse to pick it up and batter and bruise it some more. So, R.I.P. “sorry I’m not sorry.” You lived a good life.
After my post-marathon tummy went away, I wanted fries.
Enter, DC chain burger joint, Ray’s Hell Burger.
I’ve also had a glass of wine every night after the marathon. Colleen left half a bottle of pinot in my fridge and it’s still good.
That, or my taste buds are too cheap to know the difference.
And, I realized last night that marathonfoto.com are a bunch of sneaky guys. They added even more race photos. And I’m not even dropping shoulders and throwing bows in these.
Check out at that grin. Clearly, this was immediately after a marine medaled me (twss) and told me how awesome I was.
Or maybe you didn’t bother because those guys are too badass to want any pictures of themselves running.
And if you’re wondering how I knew what language Kenyans speak……… I Googled.