So you know how I walked/ran a 5K a few weeks ago and got all tired and vomitlike afterward? But still declared myself to be the world's biggest badass?
Okay, I really am the world's biggest badass now.
I ran a 10K+ this past weekend. And by "ran" I mean I actually did run the entire thing.
Now, I don't know if I've told you this, but I'm kind of a diva. Not a diva in the "Oh, I wear lots of makeup and I'm high maintenance and you'd better meet all of my demands" kind of way. I'm a diva in the "Hey, this is my moment in the sun right now, and I'm going to enjoy it, and I'm going to make everyone around me enjoy it, too, so you'd better believe that I'm going to show off" kind of a way.
This became very apparent at the end of the race. Now, I was as shocked as all getout that I was able to run as long as I did, so by the time the final mile rolled around, I was all beaming and glowing and whatnot, because I knew I was going to be able to run the whole damn thing. And for the last quarter mile, spectators were lined up around either side of the road, holding up signs and cheering the participants on. And as I started running by this pack of spectators, the race annoucer called out over the microphone "Ladies and gentleman, here comes [Glutton for Punishment] from [Greatest Place in the South]!"
Oh, this was my moment.
I waved to all of the people in the crowd. Everyone started cheering even louder. I enthusiastically threw my arms into the air as I was approaching the finish line. Yes indeed, I am [Glutton for Punishment] from [Greatest Place in the South], and I am finishing this race! I loved the crowd, and I was gonna give them a hell of a finish. I crossed that finish line with style.
Oh, and did I mention there were photographers at the finish line? You better believe that I looked damn good when the photos were snapped. I was smiling bigger than I'd smiled in my entire life. Yes indeed, this was my moment.
The nicest volunteers in the world put a medal around my neck after I finished the race. They were absolutely fabulous. And after I got my medal, there were more race photographers who took my picture. Seriously, these folks were everywhere - it was like the marathon paparazzi. I gave those folks the happiest, hammiest pose my exhausted body could muster.
My best friend finished the race shortly thereafter. She did an amazing job. So I guess, to be fair, my best friend and I share the title of world's biggest badass. And it's a great feeling.
Now, back to my life, and time to prepare for the marathon that is finals. It's not nearly as fun as racing, but it'll do for now.