How the marathon turned out

Stella here.
Ain't I some glad we had th' marathon (see yest'day's blog) yest'day instead o' t'day!
Wind an' rain this mornin'... we'da been in a fine pickle if those folks'd hadta run in this!

As 'twas, though, ev'rybody had a fine time. Only injury was when Gussie Elder swerved her bicycle t' miss a dog that run out at her an' run off inta th' culvert an' busted her glasses. Couple o' scrapes an' bruises, but that was all.
F'r bein' 92, I'd say Gussie was some lucky.

Ambulance crew was all f'r haulin' her over t' th' hospital but she drove 'em off sayin' she wasn't gonna miss th' awards at th' end, so they just taped her specs back t'gether, slapped on a couple o' bandaids an' told her daughter 'n grandaughter t' keep her in tow f'r th' rest o' th' day.
That Gussie's a sketch!

I guess th' high point o' th' whole thing was when Eddie Fickett told ev'rybody he was gonna pedal a bike th' whole way.
Eddie's been blind since he was a kid, y' know. Don't stop him from repairin' motors, though. He's about th' best small engine guy around.
Still an' all, ain't nobody thought he was serious... least until he started offerin' bets.

Couple o' th' guys actually took him up on it. Said he wouldn't make it past th' first bend in th' road.

Joke was on them, though.
Eddie'd got a friend t' mount a bike in th' back o' his pickup - an' didn't he just pedal that thing all th' whole route, while his friend drove th' truck!
Sat up there with th' biggest s--- -eatin' grin (as Harvey said) y' ever saw.

Cleaned up, too, on them bets, I tell ya!

But th' whole thing was a grand success. Selectmen said we'd do it again next year, weather permitin'.
I dunno how many ran or walked (or biked!). 'Twas about a 3 mile course. Some folks pushed little kids in strollers an' some folks give out b'fore th' end an' called on their cell phones t' be picked up.
I swear, I coulda walked that 3 miles easy if I wasn't havin' trouble with that corn!

As 'twas, though, I got t' see th' start right from our front door. An' then, when they'd all gone, Molly Eldredge 'n me headed over th' back way in her car t' th' dump where they'd set up food tables an' benches at th' finish line.
Since 'twas still pretty early in th' day we didn't try f'r no big meal 'r nothin', just drinks an' muffins an' sweet rolls an' donuts an' such.
'Twas all by donation an' I hear th' town took in over a hundred dollars toward buildin' a new shack f'r Justin Wildes, our dump man, t' sit in outta th' sun during drop-off hours.
Th' old shack's been about fallin' down f'r th' last couple 'o years an' Justin ain't gettin any younger.

I'm sure I'll hear more about th' marathon over time an' if I hear anything I think'd int'rest ya I'll pass it along.
Stay outta th' rain!
:-)
Love,
Stella