KC Cosplay Runner

The Runway Report, Week 321, May 30: Solo run to mark 25 years of Shrek

Somebody once told me the rain is gonna roll me. They weren't wrong. Waited long enough in dry clothes to grab chocolate milk and a banana before the skin went green — priorities — then headed out into the grey to find the trails suspiciously empty of fairy tale creatures. Not many of my kind out this morning, which is how the swamp likes it. The locks on that blood-colored bridge aren't going to check themselves.
Followed a spur out to said bridge, where thousands of useless locks guard a passage to absolutely nothing, which is either very sad or very poetic and I've decided not to decide. Ducked under a few actual bridges after that — unguarded, every one of them, which felt like either an oversight or a trap. The swamp property signs were still posted. Somebody didn't get the memo.
By the end the sun had broken through and turned the whole trail into a steam bath. Thick air, soaked kit, something breathing nearby that was probably not a dragon but you never really know. Bad reputation intact. I'm a believer.

Up next: Hot? I'll be sticky sweet next Saturday for a solo, then "I Wanna Rock" Sunday's 5K like the biopic nobody needed
Pieces/ Parts: I don't remember "buying" this outfit, I just kinda wear it - Mehron stick is "Ogre Green"
By the Numbers: 304 unique costumes in 320 races, 205 solo runs, and 14 group runs = 539 costumed runs

The Runway: May pop-up show No. 2: group run with Chasing Rabbits Running Club May 28.

Another late entry because it was just so much soggy fun last evening. Celebrated National Burger Day with 25 run pals and got thoroughly soaked. Discourse Brewing is a haul for me, but I'm 2 for 2 on having a great time when I can make it.

It wouldn't be inaccurate to assume that this couldn't exactly not be almost partially unrelated to something that may or may not be happening this Saturday, and it wouldn't be untrue to suggest that anyone who doesn't not know me couldn't possibly not have already not figured it out, and I'm possibly more or less not definitely not hinting at something I undeniably do or do not not have planned, and even if I wasn't not doing the thing I'm not not doing that wouldn't not mean these memes weren't not chosen without there being no reason not to have not picked them on purpose, and even if this caption wasn't not exactly not straightforward that'd mean I'd really have to not know what I wasn't not saying, which I don't not, and my nose is not not its normal size.

WYIWYG... or is it?

The Runway Report (Holiday Style Series), May 25: Going the Distance for Brain Injury Run - formerly Amy Thompson Run

Yo. Day late. NO RAGRETS, naimsayin?
Ran the Going the Distance 5K yesterday. Plus .9 extra because why not. Showed up as myself. That's a guy with a credo tattooed on his chest, naimsayin.
Made some choices. Not all of them good. Earring's still in the car somewhere. Wig was barely held on by safety pins. Tattoos sweated off by mile two. The NO RAGRETS specifically. Ironic.
But yo. Ran faster than I was supposed to. Felt light. Like, actually light.
No ragrets. Not even one letter. Naimsayin?

The Runway 320, May 23: Bill Snyder Highway 5K

I dug the Kansas River Valley. I planted the wheat. I lopped the funnels off tornadoes with this very scythe. So naturally, for this 12th annual event, I drove in from KC the night before, checked into the Doubletree — which USED to have a hot tub — and ran 6.5 miles total through MY town.

I've been standing in this spot since 1966. Not even a tornado phases me. The paint flaked. The buckle dissolved in sweat. The scythe held. First reaction came from a kid in the 5K — tentative, barely believing — "…from City Park?" Most just called me Johnny. A family pulled over on my extra miles to wave and grab a pic. Multiple half marathoner strangers looked at me, turned their heads to the statue, then back. That's the whole game right there.

The bonus miles went past my old dorm, through Aggieville, and ended in City Park — next to... me — for lots of smile-bringing cheers. It's been over 45 years since I first called this place home. All my formative years and two K-State degrees later, MHK is still Johnny's town and it's still mine. The real ones always knew.
—Johnny Kaw, wheat farmer, tornado wrestler, Manhattan original

Up next: No mistaking what I live by for Going the Distance on Monday, then a solo run for another I.P. anniversary next weekend
Pieces/ Parts: yellow pool noodle, copper wire, a cannibalized Spirit Halloween Grim Reaper blade, butter yellow acrylic, yellow duck tape, a cardboard belt buckle, and a Prince Valiant wig topping off the burgundy base and a chopped-up polo from Goodwill in Ohio
By the Numbers: 303 unique costumes in 319 races, 204 solo runs, and 13 group runs = 536 costumed runs