Location: King’s Landing (actually Houston, TX)
Occasion: Mikie Marathoner escaping the evil Cersei Lannister and the Sometimes Unstable Daenery Targaryen
I ran my 67th half marathon today, but not by choice.
I was on a quest to head off the lovely and head strong Daenery Targaryen, as she sailed to King’s Landing to try to strike a business deal with Queen Cersei. You see, Daenery was trying to peddle USC Trojan attire in the market square and I felt compelled to save her from this horrible decision. I KNEW that Queen Cersei would not want the completion (although meager, at most) with her “I Love Cersei” tunics which come mostly in emerald green (aka Wildfire Green).
So being an honorable servant to the Queen of Dragons, I sailed
to King’s Landing from Winterfell, through the unpredictable Narrow Sea to try
to intercept “Dannie” before she solidified this horrible alliance. Much to my surprise, Dannie met me at the
docks and had me arrested by her unsullied bodyguards. I was promptly thrown into a jail chamber (actually
the same one Tyrion Lannister was imprisoned in, high above the ground). This imprisonment placed me about 13.1 miles
away (that is as a dragon flies, of course) from the dock.
As it turns out, Dannie had made a deal with Cersei to sell
both the USC Trojan second-rate clothing and Cersei’s tunic attire and split
the profits. Sadly, Cersei and Dannie
are not good business people. WHY? Because NONE of the Trojan gear had sold in
any other market in the region and Cersei’s tunic only came in the one color
(which the town’s people did not like as it brought back horrible memories).
Once I found out about this alliance, I made plans to escape
and run back to the docks to board my ship for home. Yet, I was given one easy way out if I so
chose. I would be allowed to survive, IF
I were to “Bend a Knee” to Cersei and to Daenery. I chose neither as I thought I was doomed
anyway due to Cersei’s evil and untrustworthy nature and Daenery’s unpredictable
and unstable behavior. So my execution was sealed as far as I was concerned.
Although I am a bit advanced in age, I am still quite nimble
and I was able to slither out the window of my jail cell, down the steep castle
wall (with no equipment, of course, because I AM nimble) to the road
below. I then ran the 13.1 miles to the
dock to board my ship home.
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| The Medal-It is a Replica of the Throne! |
I am happy to say I have returned home, a bit sore and
scared, but with my dignity in place having not “Bent the Knee” to the Evil
Cersei and the unbalnced Daenery! All is good in
my world!
(This race is actual a fundraiser for the Arthritis
Foundation. My dear mother, Louise
Munier Sanders, was crippled by this awful disease and it caused her early
death at the age of 76. I ran in honor
of my Mom’s heroic fight. She did her best to not let the disease ruin her life.)
