kentucky derby - what horses?

while (seemingly) everyone else is racing this weekend, i was watching the horse races at the derby. some friends and i got cheap tickets to the infield, and most people there don't even see horses. i still wanted to see some of the action and luckily we were able to catch glimpses of each race as the horses ran around turn 2 and down the backstretch.


i was gonna dress up (not to the max) but the weather was crappy. well, it was supposed to be extra crappy, but thankfully the rain held off all afternoon. it was cloudy, cool and muddy, so i was glad to have worn jeans instead of a dress. being the genius that i am, i thought the derby was at like 12 or 1. i'm not really sure where i got that idea from. oh well, we caught every single race anyway.


still thinking the race was around lunchtime, i hopped over a mud puddle to purchase an official kentucky derby mint julep. umm. not so sure what the hype is about those... i couldn't even bring myself to finish it. the fact that it was 10:30 am probably didn't help much.


i wanted to bet on the horse with the worst odds (hey biggest payout!), but j and his infinite wisdom told me not to. we know how that turned out, who won? oh right, the horse with the 49:1 odds or something. anyway i put the (not-so) big money down on general quarters 'cause he's a local horse, i liked his story, and i could call him gq for short. he finished 10th.

after wandering the infield for the afternoon and watching the first 10 races, the port-a-potty races began in the intermission before race #11, the derby. gotta love drunken idiots who aren't afraid to embrace the port-a-potty smell. at least no one ran across in the buff this year.

a drunk old man

first place female

an even older, old man, and some stupid drunk girl

the older-old man is still struggling
note how most of the roofs no longer stick up

there's nothing i'd rather do then hug a port-a-potty
after 12 hours of drunk people using it...

i assumed i would not be up for a run after the races, so i drug myself out of bed early in the morning to get a short run in. i figured if i wanted i could always add on a few more miles in the afternoon, back when i still thought the race was at noon-ish and all. after my big four hours of sleep friday night i got in 6 miles on the treadmill and i'm sure both the lack of sleep and running effort contributed to my tiredness all afternoon. going to bed saturday night was heavenly, to say the least.

saturday (5/2) am run: 6 miles, 51:08 (avg pace 8:31), avg hr (167)