April Fools’ jokes- great if you’re on the giving end, but palm-to-the-face annoying when on the receiving end. Case in point: my wife told me Duke’s loss to Michigan State last night was under review because there was an infraction on the last play of the game, and I half believed it. Palm meet face.
It’s also a time for running companies and races to take a break from Monday Motivations and product pushes and post something completely ridiculous that half their followers will still believe. Here are some of our favorites:
After 26.2 miles, this year’s runners will take a *minor* detour into the pristine waters of the Inner Harbor. Antibiotic-laced Gatorade awaits them at the finish line.
Fifty lucky owners with access to a table saw get the pre-release of Yandhi. It’s like Willy Wonka’s golden ticket scam except you can’t eat the shoes.
The last half marathon I ran, I spent 12 miles looking for spectator booze (SoCal does not know how to race party, I swear there was booze every half mile at the Baltimore half) until I finally found some. Champagne aid stations solve that problem. Seriously though, this needs to be a real thing.
This isn’t so much a great April Fools joke since my whole culinary existence is just a Taco Bell burrito bowl separated out and staged at intervals throughout the day.
Made for the 125th Boston Marathon in 2021, the shoe honors the band Boston, “the one that plays that song that goes like, you know” according to anyone under the age of 40. (And yes, Thomas made this shoe up).
If there’s one certainty come race day, it’s that your “tech” shirt will certainly fit you perfectly. So let’s build on that and bust out the swimsuits for the Snohomish River Run in October in Washington state. Nothing can go wrong with that.
Boston loves Boston even when they’re joking about Boston. So don’t worry, if you didn’t get your hands on any of the disgusting pairs of Boston-themed shoes, you can dig into a Boston Cream Pie Gu at mile 19, then crap your pants while slowly laboring up Heartbreak Hill.
Just to really mess with everyone’s heads, The Woodlands Marathon decided to give an actual discount today. So…uh…yeah- go get that discount.
This is for all those dudes who are like “oh I put Ghost Pepper hot sauce on my toothbrush for fun.” Cool story, I guess you win this conversation? I wish there were a way to figure out their bib number and actually hand this to them around mile 22.
We’re sure there are many more out there, but we have better things to do with our time. Like photoshopping a Nike VF 4% for a few hours during the workday.
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