As part of the ongoing series, "-Ish I didn't Blog about when it happened" I need to tell you about the time I met Teh Megan! She had the great distinction of being the first person I met blogging AND then met in person. She didn't shank me or leave my lifeless body in a ditch somewhere so I'm one for one when it comes to meeting non-psychos on the internet! Wooo Hooo!!!
It all started when she blogged about siging up for the Tar Heel 10 miler and having to run it alone. Me, being the good commenter I used to be, (I swear I read all the blogs, it's just on my iPad where it's a pain in the ass to comment) said "Awww, I would totally run it with you but I'm not in 10 miler shape." She reminded me that there was a 4 miler as well.... Next thing I knew, I was signed up for the 4 miler.
I ate this.
They made a swan out of the strawberry. So fancy, so yum.
We had a great time and non-stop talking, I finally met someone who can talk as much as me. :)
The next morning I strapped on my running shoes and drove to Chapel Hill
The next thing I knew, we were off! I was running at a decent pace for me. I was thinking, boy this is great, I'm going to run this entire race, no stopping, yay me!!
Then I saw this. Fuck.
Note to self, whenever you see the Ricola man playing an ALPINE HORN, it's not a good thing. it means there's a hill. A BIG ASS UNNECESSARY HILL.
A hill that needs it's own motivational speaker.
Here was my final time.
Queen of the positive splits, right there. Thanks hill...
Everyone got a medal at the end, regardless of you ran the 4 or 10 miler which was nice but I kinda felt like a poser with the 10 miler medal. Medals are always nice, but I would have felt like I earned it if I actually ran 10 miles.
Linking up with BLoved Boston!