Not being a resident of Long Beach, and only a resident of California for a few months, I am still learning the ropes, if that expression can be used here. Today, I ran into the Long Beach Marathon, where there was no one running or observing, but the roads were still closed off.
It’s nearly a fucking hundred degrees. You are a moron if you are running 26 miles in this heat. More importantly, you are interfering with traffic in an already otherwise congested area. Do us a favor and fuck off into the woods and run until you find the Blair Witch.