09/06/2026
The Runway Report - Week 335, Sept. 5: Solo Show for Mr. Mercury's 80th
Only one way to mark it: lace up, strut out, and let the Mercury Gymnastics parking lot serve as more than just a parking lot for once. One way out, no loop back — because this run, like the man himself, was always moving forward. Keep Yourself Alive as the legs were still a little stiff, crowd (of exactly nobody, on a Northland paver runway) not yet won over, but the Killer Queen strut showed up by the half-mile marker anyway.
Is this the real life or is this just fantasy — because somewhere at intermission, the armband gave up the ghost. It surrendered to sweat and gravity and had to be peeled off like a bad wig. Fortunately, Love of My Life (AKA Mrs. Cosplay Runner) was working the course like true stage crew, rolling up with fresh ice wraps roughly every two and a half miles, no diva behavior required — just quiet, unglamorous logistics keeping the show from stopping. Somebody to Love found me every time!
The final stretch called for a costume change, even for Mr. Fahrenheit, so the tank and tights came off down to just the skivvy pants, tunes still cranked for whoever showed up to the afterparty. The only real heckler on the route was a cyclist who, fair enough, just wanted to ride her bicycle — but yelling "DON'T RUN IN THE MIDDLE" at the only other human on a twelve-foot-wide path? Even Freddie wasn't that extra. No hard feelings; the Show Must Go On. It ended the way it should — I took my bow, my curtain call, and lit eighty candles' worth of gratitude for a guy who never did anything halfway.
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