I don’t know how it started, but Jacob and I started talking about 69 – not what it actually meant, of course, but just the fact of it being funny.

So I was telling him how the whole night before the race, I was psyching myself up to go up to the registration booth and ask for the number 69. Well, I was getting ready to do it, but I found out that because I pre-registered, I had been given a pre-picked number. 58. No fun. It didn’t even have any of my favorites.

Well, he told me this story about how once he was helping organize a race and how he had given his brother the number 1, which was a no-no, because you’re supposed to set those aside for the elite runners. He had given himself the number 69. Awesome right? But that’s not all. There were only 20 people in the race. Ha! There goes racer 1, racer 3, and oh, hold on now, there’s racer 6..9 crossing the finish!

The other day as I congratulated his Mt Washington climb with a time of 1 hour 32 minutes, I told him that if he wanted a new goal for next year, he should try to make it up in 69 minutes. It seems like he took it pretty seriously too, so, I’ll be looking out for that next year.

Well, last night, as I was trying to get a link to the race results for the other post, I noticed the results for the Newton’s Revenge race was posted up too. Well, the only woman who finished in the first group had a time of 1:09 == 69 mins! Cool.

So at lunch time, I went down and showed it to Jacob. And he checked out how he would’ve placed at that race last Saturday given he had 1:32 time. He would’ve been 69th place.

Too. Freaking. Cool.

Sorry T and Casey, I think you two have been beat.