So an update on my hobby….(the running hobby, not to be confused with the blogging hobby.) I ran in my second race ever today. And yep….sound the Olympic bells, light the Olympic torch, and let the Olympic Committee know…..I'm on my way to being the World Champion in a VERY tough division. It was a tough one (And P.S., the ninety-f*ing-seven-damn-the-Memphis-humidity- degree weather had nothing to do with the so-called "toughness"), but I prevailed and came out in 2nd place! And what division am I going to represent my country in, you ask?? Well…you might want to sit down for this, but it's.…….the 5K!!
I know, right? Who would have thunk it? That I, KFun, a self-proclaimed "I do NOT run" runner (what does that even mean??), would be racing in what some might consider the most taxing Olympic sport known to man? The FIVE K??? (Disclaimer: please note that if you are not a regular reader of the KFun blogs, she tends to use a small amount of sarcasm in them. This would be a prime example.) Well, my friends, I have shattered all mediocre expectations that you most likely had for me.
AND, because I like you, I'll let you in on my stellar training secrets. You might want to take some notes for this, and it's gonna be quick, but here goes….take a long weekend off from running for the 4th of July, party hard and drinks lots…of alcohol, engage in multiple hardcore battles of late night Laser Tag with some ghetto 14 year olds the eve of the race, and eat LOTS of chili-cheese dip & chips. There you have it. My training secrets. Here's a run down of race….
00:00:00 – Race starts. Feelin' good, despite the late night of multiple laser quests!
00:08:30 – 1 mile down…thank GOD!!
00:16:26 – get passed by what looks to be an 82 year old grandmother. Awesome.
00:17:10 – I think I just vomited chili cheese in my mouth. Even more awesome.
00:22:00 – Holy shit (this was a church race after all, so "Holy" is only appropriate), they expect me to RUN up THAT hill??
00:00:00 – (we've come to the point where I no longer share my times ;) Attempt to keep my legs moving under me after finishing THAT hill!
00:00:00 – Cross finish line. Is that the Rocky soundtrack I hear fainting playing in the background??
Anyway, that's about how it all went down. Unfortunately, I only placed second. And in the words of the great and legendary Ricky Bobby, if you ain't first, you're last. I must have let that slip my mind at the point when the chili cheese dip started to make a cameo. Next time Ricky, next time. 8-8-08. That'll be when I live up to 'ole Ricky's expectations. Bejing, here I come. 8-8-08, baby!!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The Nuggety Cluster F* that was my Day of Independence!
1) Car blows up in the middle of B-F-E nowhere Kentucky roughly about midnight traveling to visit the familia. (Oh, and did I mention the husband was drunk and REALLY grumpy at this point??)
2) Lose the husband's phone. (Oh, and just a reminder...he's already drunk & grumpy at this point...)
3) Triple A sucks. End of story.
4) Load up the boat for what was supposed to be a 20 minute drive to Rough River that turned into a 3 hour trip, get boat stuck in the middle of a corn field, tear up some random farmer's corn field with boat, and finally get to Rough River approximately 2 hours & 40 minutes late. Then it rains.
5) Brother & sister-in-law show up....8 months pregnant. WHAT???
6) Husband gets my hopes up about buying a new car.
7) Husband shoots down the hopes of buying a new car.
Yep - that was my weekend. A big chocolatey cluster f***. And I loved it.
2) Lose the husband's phone. (Oh, and just a reminder...he's already drunk & grumpy at this point...)
3) Triple A sucks. End of story.
4) Load up the boat for what was supposed to be a 20 minute drive to Rough River that turned into a 3 hour trip, get boat stuck in the middle of a corn field, tear up some random farmer's corn field with boat, and finally get to Rough River approximately 2 hours & 40 minutes late. Then it rains.
5) Brother & sister-in-law show up....8 months pregnant. WHAT???
6) Husband gets my hopes up about buying a new car.
7) Husband shoots down the hopes of buying a new car.
Yep - that was my weekend. A big chocolatey cluster f***. And I loved it.
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