The Birth of Baby Wheezes

The Birth of Baby Wheezes
Hooray! Husbanks and I had our inaugural run for the AIDS Half Marathon at Waltyworld on Saturday. We're timed and placed. We will shuffle. We will moan. We will suck brains.

Okay, we won't suck brains. Zombies are great, but they're as played out as a deck of Unos.

But we will probably suck.
And we will prevail.

Zombies make a good totem animal for thems of us what don't run fast. I asked someone at the marathon office what to do if we found ourselves sucking, and unable to suck enough air into our crispy little former smokers' lungs. She told us to just slow down. I told her we'd probably run as slowly as possible, but she assured me one can always run be slower. "Walking-like?" I asked. "Yes," she said. I told her we feared if we walked slower it'd be something like a zombie shuffle.

And lo! team was born.

So we ran at the edge of the world on Saturday and we spent Sunday running around Sacramento. We pondered what sorts of costumes we might don in September to be both properly aerated and festive and aerodynamic for our purposes.

Stay tuned for the tales and travails of Team Zombie Shuffle.