Hey there Delilah don’t you worry about the distance

Husband has been letting his hair grow wild all summer. A last youthful hurrah if you will, before his Boston qualifying times slow.

“What’s with the hair” is the single most common greeting given to him this summer. His current appearance is reminiscent of Detective Starsky, although more Ben Stiller than Paul Michael Glaser.

Not pictured: Husband
The time has long since passed come for the hair to be tamed, but the fall marathon season is approaching. You may recall that Husband has previously experimented with the superstition-laden powers of the Marathon Mohowk and the Marathon Moustache, both of which I cruelly vetoed before the magic kicked in. This time his hair grew long and prospered. Convinced the hair is the power source behind his solid running season, he fears he will weaken and slow with the loss of his locks.

Yes, he has a Samson complex.

Title: Plain White T’s – Hey There Delilah. 2005.


4 responses to “Hey there Delilah don’t you worry about the distance

  1. I say go with it. This could be your ticket to landing the Anton Krupicka Mercantile franchise for the Great North.

  2. And I was just thinking, if his marathon happens to fall during Movember, things could get really hairy. Assuming “the month formally known as November” (direct quote from the website) is observed and all.

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