What does that mean?

Nic Brendon arrested.

Oh, as usual, dear. I'm watching his 17-year-younger self in "Welcome to the Hellmouth" on Pivot right now.

Which, NB arrest or tambourine maimage? If the latter, I spent the morning shaking a tambourine nonstop for the Balt Marathon(half and relays too) runners. I tried to switch hands but I suck at left handed tambourining. I've got weirdass aches all through my right armature. Better than numb but sore hands from clapping, but still.

Got more than a handful of runners come over and thwap it. Next year I will do signs. It was kind of awesome when I got a clue to shout DANCE IT OUT (I was within earshot of the speakers playing Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray. On loop. For hours) and guess what? A lot of people would start dancing.

I'm not a runner, but I love cheering them. Those moments-when you get a weak grin, someone whacks your tambourine, the mouthed thank you to whatever you shouted, the pumped fists at mile 22/9, the held eye contact and a nod, watching someone clearly spent stand a little taller, step a little stronger, telling someone stopped with a cramp in front of you that there are gummibears and candy corn pumpkins at the light and water and Gatorade the block after and you've got to see the Eye of the Tiger guy in a mile, having them use your shoulder to straighten back up? And being there with the folks from my hood, including the senior residents, some in wheelchairs and walkers? (And on O2-'I think some of them need this more than I do.')

Why I love this city.

It was the tambourine I was asking about. Ouch. But that does sound like a fantastic day!

In the back side of my second lap today a bike rider came through on a cross trail, saw me huffing and puffing along and called out "You're doing great! Keep going" and it was entirely awesome.

The first year Tim's brother ran a marathon, we went down to cheer him on at mile 22 or 23, and he told us later that we got him at the point where he had hit the wall and really thought he would have to stop, but our cheering helped him keep going.

Can't run, will never run, happy to cheer. People who run marathons are badass (and a wee bit crazy). (Oh, and talk about crazy? There's a guy who runs the marathon dressed in a big shark costume. The whole 26 miles. That's got to be hot as hell.)

Also, do not envy the person that has to clean it.

My cheers: -you've got this -looking good -you are awesome -dance it out - awesome/nice/fab skirt/kilt/[whatever unique thing they were doing. Lots of wings. Some superheroes. One juggler. Really.]

If a name was visible, that.

And I meant it.

Ah I've had so many tambourine injuries! Mostly bruised hip.

Occupational hazard, I guess.

Just finished SPN S6. And I will add mean Cas to the list of things I DO NOT LIKE.