Big in Japan

After our awe-inspiring success at Corregidor, Jen and I have enjoyed exaggerating our fame in our own minds. 
"It was so awkward at the grocery store today," we'd say.  "I had to give like a hundred autographs in the mangoes department."
It was a self fulfilling prophecy, then, when a reporter from the Philippine Star e-mailed and called Jen and I wanting to interview us for an article in the Sunday paper.
"Probably a major motion picture is next," Jen texted me.

I texted back, "Hopefully in the movie my toenails don't fall off like they are in real life."

Here we are with our article that came out today- the Sunday paper, no less. Yes, I broke the Sabbath so I could buy two copies, and then I made Jen pose with me while we were dressed decent.  Race pictures, while fun, are rarely flattering, and the one in the newspaper was particularly horrible.  I can't decide if it's my squinting that's so bad, or the weird plastered on smile I wore since I had to pose for so many pictures, or the fact that I look like a huge giant compared to the cute little Filipinos who took first and second.  Or maybe my haggard looks were due to the fact that I had just ran a half marathon on the worst course ever a stone's throw from the Equator.  That last one might be the ticket.

Decide for yourself.  You can link to the article here. 

The only thing I didn't understand in the article was the line about "pekpek shorts," so I asked Bruce's office admin what in the world that meant at the office party last night.  She about passed out in embarassment- the direct translation is "vagina shorts" but what it means is "skanky short shorts."  So chances are good that was in reference to me or Jen, since we were one of only a few wearing shorty shorts.  I guess I have a new name for my lucky running shorts. 
Yep.  It's real now- I'm famous here.