6 hours and 45 minutes later, I'd crawled my way to the finish line.
How IN. THE. WORLD. DID. SHE. DO. IT? you ask?
French Fries. and lots and lots of motivational speeches that I randomly gave myself throughout the race.
But mostly it was the promise of french fries. And a million dollars. (One little lie I told myself during the last leg of the race-try it! It really works!)
And the promise of a beautiful, golden Mickey Medal . I knew I couldn't go home without one. So, basically it was either get that damn Mickey Medal or be forced to be homeless and live a life of utter and complete shame all the rest of my days.
Yep, that's the one that got me.
Did I mention french fries?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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2 comments:
Wow! Congratulations! Enjoy the fries.
Holy MOLY girl! GOOD FOR YOU! I am so incredibly impressed and in awe of you and your 26 miles ran! Way to go! You deserve all the fries in the world after that. Hope they were delicious and oh so worth it.
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