So when I signed up for the marathon yesterday, they had a space for me to “tell my story” in 200 words or less. Say what?
I’m far too complex to explain in 200 words. I ended up quickly typing something about how I was morbidly obese but now I’m running marathons, and ain’t that just kick ass? Really I was just trying to fill the space in cause I was afraid I might chicken out otherwise. Also, I accidentally lied cause I said, “Less than two years ago I was morbidly obese.” What I meant to say was less than three years ago, so I feel horrible and dishonest, but really who will notice? Probably just me.
I dare any of you to be able to tell your story in 200 words or less. They had such tricky things on this particular registration… Like my estimated start time—I used a race time estimator based on my half marathon time and it tells me I’ll finish in about 5 hours and 25 minutes.
Why the crap did I think this sounded fun? Any ideas?
Yesterday I called my mother and told her that my foot still hurts like a biotch, but oh yeah, I signed up to run a marathon next October! She failed to see why this was completely logical. Really, it is. I swear.
Did I mention that resting my foot is so completely boring? Any suggestions as to what I can do with an injured foot? I’m thinking of taking up swimming—the only problem is that I’m a horrible swimmer. Any suggestions would be mighty appreciated.
Friday, January 9, 2009
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