This was not just another wacky race in Raleigh. Â Well, yeah, there were some…ahem…unusual outfits, shall we say, but there were no doughnuts involved. Â Just things like green hair, tutus, striped kneesocks, green mustaches, kilts, and plenty of weird head ornaments.
The route of this race was through the heart of my neighborhood, Historic Oakwood. Â The amazing sound of 2,000 runners running by my house is a hard one to describe. Â My shoes, however, did not join in that pounding noise on the street. Â I admit to sitting in a chair on my front porch watching the runners go by and providing encouragement from my couch potato position. Of course I was cheering on the St. Patty’s runners. Â My name is Callahan, after all.
That’s Life in Raleigh.