so remember this?
well, i signed up for one. and i ran almost every single day. and then my gym closed for a week and i totally used that as an excuse to be an even lazier piece of shit than i normally am and didn't run the entire week leading up to the race and instead just ate everything i looked at and laid on the couch.
so then it was the night before the race and shitler was heading out of town and he wished me good luck and i gave him a look. and it must be my typical "i'm pretty positive i'm not going to follow through on what i said i'm going to do" look.
because i was almost positive i was going to bail on it. why?
i didn't feel ready.
i was convinced i was going to come in dead last.i was beyond self-conscious.i had never done one before.
i didn't think i would make it through.i hadn't run on anything besides a treadmill for the last eight weeks.i didn't want to run it with anyone knew i knew because i would rather fail miserably in front of strangers.
and shitler was not happy.
because i was really living up to my 3%'er status.
but i woke up the next morning.
and decided - fuck it.

so i ran it.



and i'll be honest.
the only enjoyment i took from this was when it was fucking over.
but i did it.
so i think i should get 2% for that. because this was kind of major.
at least for me it was.
and just so we're clear - i feel like i got hit by a mack truck. shin splints, back ache, sore feet.
but eating an entire pizza the day after certainly helped.
and i might consider doing another one if it means i get an entire pizza to myself afterwards.
This is why we're friends. And also why I never work out. Most people get off the treadmill and want a salad. I get off the treadmill and want an entire stuffed crust pizza. If I'm ever back in Wisconsin permanently, we're doing a 5K together and then we're going out for pizza(s) and beer(s).
ReplyDeleteamen.
ReplyDeletei prayed for death the entire time.
Sadly, your prayers were not answered.
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