Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
Hes going the distance.Hes going for speed.
We woke up early this morning and made our way downtown to cheer for the Fooze, who ran in the Salt Lake 1/2 Marathon today!
There was even a lady ringing a cow bell.
More cowbell please!
Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers was there too. (Doesn't it look like him?)
It wasn't long before we saw my brother coming around the corner! He's such a great runner- seroiusly, he runs with such ease- like a gazelle. Notice the guy in the red next to him? His face has runners envy all over it.