WHO SAID IT?- if you get this right you win 5 points and my respect (worth about 18 points total):
"Finishing that 5K was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I ate more fettuccini alfredo, and drank less water than I have in my entire life. People always talk about triumphs of the human spirit. Well today I had a triumph of the human body. That's why everybody was applauding for me at the end. My guts, my heart and well I eventually puked my guts out. I never puked my heart out, and I am very proud of that."
I ran my first race this past Sunday. "What now!?" you ask? Thank you for asking. Yes I ran a whole race. For Colon Cancer. 4 miles. Central Park. 35 degrees (thanks again Sam Champion). No walking. No puking. My time was 44:51 and I am OWNING IT. I've been bragging to everyone, really.
I think I'm a little taller and thinner since the race. I am a runner now you know.
I trained myself on a treadmill for about 6 weeks before the race. I went from being able to run 1 mile before cursing the treadmill and collapsing, to being a 4-mile-race-runner (and then cursing and collapsing). Do I keep carbo-loading the rest of the week? Does anyone know?
I have been in a really good mood since the race. Well, until I got to work. Work is like an exception, it is just not possible to remain in a good mood through the work day unless you are Kelly Rippa or Rachel Ray. I think I am really more of a Regis.
Anywho, I am going to keep signing myself up for races because:
A- It is fun to brag to everyone
B- I like dancing to my music as I run because it weirds out the other runners giving me a home-team advantage (thanks for the tip Liza!)
C- It gives me an incentive to go to the gym
(pictured here- post race, circa finish-line, with running buddy/coworker, lets call her "Sarah". "Sarah" was even faster than me if you can believe that!)