So my doctor called me fat... I didn't cry but I did follow thru with my cousin Payne and run a Half Marathon. Okay so maybe "run" is the wrong word. It went more like: jog...walk...cry...jog...cry...walk. But the best part of it all is that I finished!!!
I built myself up the day before, I got excited even. The morning of... I was nervous but all the while convincing myself that I had not officially done the most idiotic thing in life thus far. We lined up with a corral and crossed the start line...30mins after the race started but not before the real runners were more than halfway complete. And then...
I had to go! but not like you think, like I had to pee and my bladder was about to shut down. So I had to force myself to use a porta potty which goes again the fabric of my being. I don't like using my own bathroom if I have too many people use it so this took a lot.
3hrs 18mins later of jogging, walking, crying and a few running outbursts... I crossed the finish line. I did it!!! And then I wanted to punch myself in the face. The good news was short of chafing in a few parts and some stretched relieved soreness - I was still together. Tired, Sore, Thirsty, Hungry, Sleepy but Proud!
So you would think that life would be awesme overcoming such a feat... EXCEPT, I have not done anything since. Not a pushup, sit up, long walk on a beach...nothing. So apparently my Half Marathon Swag is me quitting everything....so not good. I still have a middle schooler to lose.
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