So it turns out that the runner I was pacing myself behind, in Sunday’s Rock and Roll San Jose Half Marathon and 10K was Shannon Rowbury, pride of the Sunsent and Olympian. No wonder.
She ended up winning her division, she’s 35, in a speck under 34 minutes.
I placed about 1,611 overall in 101 minutes and change, as in I should have changed out of my Adidas sweats a bit sooner.
I had a nice chat with a lady, Dorothy, celebrating her birthday– same as my father’s — from LA about the difference between Seventh Day Adventist and Jewish Shabbat.
I sang a couple bars backing vocals on a Lynyrd Skynyrd “T for Texas” into Rolling Stones “Jumpin’ Jack Flash medley”. I high-fived the Gunn pep squad and taught them an old chestnut (Go go go Gunn/ Get em Get em Get em Gunn/ Go Get Em gunn). I reviewed for my VLOG not one but two breakfast joints. I read about the Ohlone Indians, and their mural and school. I watched a cricket match — confusingly at the same school. So, yeah, I might have nipped Rowbury with a slightly better race plan.
And I did like, post-race the Egyptian-French-Spartan rock band, sounds like No Doubt Sweet HayaH led by N. Abuelata — who has a masters from state just like my own momma, hers in French Translation. And their trombone player Rio, I think he said. And then, post-post-race, an enchilada to go or 3 of them from Don Pedro’s on historic Post Street — get it, post race on Post Street? — while listening to a yogi talk about life — I mean I got it to go but it took a minute. There was also a woman named Francita Cooper of East Palo Alto and Fremont who said she knew Davante Adams’ momma very well. Also, a jazz band Octobop, I’d heard of. So, yeah, i probably rocked harder than Shannon Rowbury did. Stop to smell the tea, sis!
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