today i beat that baby comin’ and goin’. yeah i did! of course, i handled the moment with great dignity and maturity–uhhhhhh NOT. as soon as i passed the tiny slow poke i yelled at the top of my lungs, “i beat the baby! i beat the baby! he just got skooled!!!!”
(i cannot confirm nor deny a round of fist pumping)
ahhhhh. victory is sah-weeeeeet.
this journey has been tough– in the words of the great aguilera, “after all you put me through… you’d think i’d despise you… hmmm… but i wanna say thank you, baby, for makin’ me a fighter.”
i couldn’t have left that baby momma and her jogging stroller in the dust all by myself. so, forgive me if i take a moment to say, “HOLLA!!”
- i wanna thank my amazing homeskillet for believing in me– and, for forcing me out of bed in the early morn to run in a huge circular pattern.
- i wanna thank my visor for keeping the sweat out of my eyeballs– cause sweat makes your eyes burn like a murf!
- i wanna thank marty casey, nelly, and outkast for providing amazing tunage that kept me movin’. (at one point– i was shakin’ it like a polaroid picture. i’m sure anyone running by me at this time thought i was having some kinda fit– not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
- i wanna thank the iron skillet for showing me how to extract liquid from my super-awesome, high-tech water bottle. (last week i almost gave myself a brain aneurysm by sucking on a closed container as hard as i could– i got nothin’ out of it but a headache. word.)
- lastly, i wanna thank that turtle of a baby for makin’ me a little bit faster.
if this had been all i’d experienced this morning on my 6 mile trek i would have been a happy ‘skillet. but, God gave me one more treat– one more running oddity to share. i saw with my very own eyes– a swest super cyclist.
that’s right. i saw a large man held up on two, thin tires moving at a rapid, weight-loss speed wearing a bike helmet, elbow pads, and a sweater vest.
i love that the Lord is in this with me. I believe He keeps putting these “special” people in my path to encourage me during the painful parts. i KNOW He’s cheering me on every step of the way– and, i believe we’re having a great run so far!
NOTE: even with this success– i am still a complete mess. my running technique is a sad combination of jerky movements and labored breathing.