Level Renner- Who Knew?
Guest blog by Leslie O’Dell
I took my son to the Maine Mall today. As he was riding the carousel, I decided to read Level Renner’s most recent interview, but when I clicked on the link, I found this:
It was like a shock to the system. I’m watching my son innocently riding a carousel at the mall, as my innocence is suddenly lost. I couldn’t believe it. They’ve been posting my likeness in their pseudo running mag?! I’ve been in two recent videos. Does that make me a porn star? Should I now call myself “Cindy Pickle” (porn star name courtesy of my favorite porn star name generator)? Is that how I am supposed to register for all of my future races? The more I thought about it, I realized all of the signs were there. Magazine covers with scantily clad women. Topless photos abound. I googled the word “dominate” and “Level Renner” and came up with no less than 16 hits. This one REALLY caught my eye:
I still couldn’t be sure, so I decided to peruse the porn mag section of my favorite Chinatown market only to be faced with the truth. And there it was. Right in front. I felt like Charlton Heston when he found out soylent green is people!
I have the good people of Maine to thank for outing them. I don’t even want to know what that interview I clicked on was really about because I’m sure it was NOT about running.
Now, that I have that off of my chest, I guess I’ll continue with my typical blog post. It might help me heal from the betrayal, even though I also felt betrayed by winter this morning when I woke up to -17 degrees. I couldn’t decide what to do since I really didn’t want to run on the treadmill or run outside. So I had a cup of coffee to help me decide (or to help me procrastinate is more like it). An hour later, I looked out at the bright sun and knew I had to run outside. So put on my warmest running gear, hopped in the car and drove over to Hurricane Mountain Road for an out-and-back from gate-to-gate with microspikes. 8.2 miles in 1:20:08 with 2200 ft of elevation gain. I felt a little slow at the start, but I think it was because I was so cold. Not a bit of wind, so even though it was -2 degrees at the start, I was warm enough once I got going. By the time I finished it was 12 degrees, and I could definitely feel the difference.
It was only a matter of time before people would be on to us. Tip of the cap to Leslie for uncovering our sinister plot. To read the rest of her adventure that day, check out her training log entry and follow the Mountain Llama on Blogspot.