The very thought of doing any action that resembles those two simple tasks could bring on tears of frustration, hand shaking (similar to fist pumping but without the excitement), and a very strained face that is not photogenic, nor appealing to the naked eye.
And what do we have a lot of in our house? Stairs. Even at work, stairs. Everywhere I turn - and then every time I realize I have to use the loo, I revert back to my opinion of adult diapers. Could they really be so bad? I mean, the mere thought of squatting could be worth the sagging pants and swish swish sound of the plastic.
However, I also realize that sounds crazy coming out of my head and while I did have the thought, it will actually never happen. Unless I earned $500 to do so...and then maybe I would think about it.
Okay....now that I've thoroughly grossed out all 3 of my readers, on to why I detest two very simple, yet needed products in the human life.
5.9 miles. Very slow, very windy miles. Oh yes, asthma be dammed, I
We survived - and all had a defining moment: training would have made this run a little better. Unless you're Jen - who somehow blew our minds and sprinted into the finish line - I think she's been training and not telling us. Or her long legs really do take her miles further than the rest of our short legs.
Any how - we all have medals, some of us can't walk (ok, just me) and we'll probably all do it again next year. But now onto pictures and a little road trip re-cap.
*Editors note: My pictures are all wack-a-doo and somewhat out of order. Use your imagination and pretend they are in the correct order. Please and thank you.*
|Guido Tony ready for the car ride.|
|And me, being a cheeseball.|
|We "carb-loaded" the night before, Tony even joined in and had some huge meatball. *Insert 6th grad humor here*|
|Fast (Wanda) Sara sprinting by....|
|The girl in the green shirt I thought was Sara - every time she passed. I might have yelled out, very loudly, THERE SHE IS! And yet it was not her.|
| Pre-race Sara, with her running fanny pack. |
|The girls, pre-race and accessorized. Okay, so that was only Jen -but we are colorful.|
| FYI: Drinking coffee in the dark on Tulsa bumpy roads might lead to coffee spillage.|
|The first hand off- which Sara sped by and started running Lauren's leg...Silly Sara.|
|My medal! Which I will now frame and hang in our house as artwork or as if I ran in the Olympics and won the silver.|
|Pre-hand off - can't you see my excitement.|
|Lauren doing some figure 8's or handing me the sweaty tracking device.|
|Moving quite slow - but my calf muscles look good.|
|Trying to find the girls - it was all a blur of people - but then I saw Jen waving wildly|
|Jen putting on the sweaty ankle tracking device and a nice picture of my booty and very spasm-y legs.|
|Only in Oklahoma would there be a McDonald's on top of the highway.|
|Our "We'Re off like a Prom Dress" Relay Team - and a sweet shot of me in lots of pain.|