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<\/a><\/p>\nBut this isn’t a piece on food.\u00a0 It’s a write-up of the 32nd Annual Budapest Marathon, the largest running event in Hungary!<\/p>\n
So though I started this entry at the end of the day, we’ll flash back to the morning when I arrived typically crazy early… albeit I wasn’t alone.\u00a0 In addition to the steady stream of runners arriving and prepping for the race, there were our Nestle friends wandering about.<\/p>\n
Now this is a serious furry faux pas, having two of the same character “on stage” at the same time.\u00a0 Although I suppose maybe the heroin Quik Bunny has a brother… or maybe he’s traveled through time to warn himself about the dangers of drugs.\u00a0 Quik Bunny and Quik Prime?\u00a0 Whatever the case, a pair of bunnies is a paradox.<\/p>\n The starting corrals were just next to the Heroes’ Gate.\u00a0 If you look closely in my reflective sunglasses you can see the Gate just past the start line banner.\u00a0 You may have to CSI “enhance, enhance, enhance” to do it, but it’s there!<\/p>\n The Budapest course is a wild mouse<\/a>.\u00a0 We whipped around towns Pest and Buda, back and forth, over and under bridges.\u00a0 It was a running sightseeing tour of Budapest and thanks to my rambling ambles I could actually pick out sights as I went.<\/p>\n Deja vu all over again… or a zoetrope running round and round.<\/p>\n As for my race… well, it was a tough day. I basically cramped up in the second half, a stitch in my side failing to save a BQ but prompting a series of nines… nine minute miles or longer that is.\u00a0 In the closing five miles I walked quite a bit and not even random strangers wishing me well could inspire “Kevin” to “go, go, go!”<\/p>\n I finished when the cows came home… no, seriously.\u00a0 A bunch of folks dressed as furry cows.\u00a0 And there were weird milking stations that I think were where you were supposed to get your chocolate milk after the race.\u00a0 The “cow” had a gas tank.\u00a0 There were seats and pails around the udders.\u00a0 Maybe it’s like the Ballade at Medoc where you just kept refilling your table’s wine bottle from the giant cask in the center of the room.\u00a0 Very, very strange end for me but I was a bit delirious.<\/p>\n Maybe I’ll write more when I’m stuck with various layovers at multiple airports tomorrow… though probably not.\u00a0 As I quickly scroll through and do a rudimentary, half-assed proof read of this blog post, there’s too many photos as it is and who really cares?\u00a0 In the meantime, I’m sore, I’m in pain, and although the food wasn’t worthy of a food coma, I’m going to curl up and… I don’t know.\u00a0 Maybe sleep.\u00a0 Who can say anymore?\u00a0 There’s another race six days away.<\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a>\u00a0\u00a0 <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> \u00a0<\/a>\u00a0<\/a><\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/a><\/p>\n