Redemption
time. Time to get it. Go after greatness. Pull up my camo running pants, take
photos in a tutu, get to my corral, and make history. Third time is the charm.
But
it’s hella cold tho. I mean, like really. And I’m in like one of these hella
late corrals… I’m going to be here a while, waiting, in the cold. I mean, she
hype as hell on the mic, but it looks like it’s warmer on that stage than it is
out here on this dusty pavement. I shoulda took a bathrobe from the hotel. #NBMA
Plans to meet Rikki before
the race turned into plans to meet her exactly before we were ready to get in
our Corrals. But, that didn't stop us from taking that picture in our tutus.
You would not believe how anxious I was...about wearing a
tutu. Not about the 13.1 miles.
Or the fact that I had been getting it in the past few days Vegas style. No...a
glittery tutu has me clicking my heels wishing that I was someplace else, and not
in these camo running pants. And she was so gracious. I had to take a picture
in it, because I promised, but she let me take it off for the run. I owe her
big. Like my butt. That looked pretty damn big in the tutu...and kinda the same
size in the camo running pants... #message
Okay,
decisions, decisions. To stop at Mile 1 and take a photo at the Welcome To Las Vegas sign or not. I mean, I have
one from last year. Well, I don’t “have” one. MarathonFoto has one. I mean,
they keep it on their servers, but it’s a picture of me, so it’s like both
ours. Anyway, I digress. Okay, I’m not gonna do it. I’m going to run this race
as fast as I can. I got this… PR time…
*minutes later*
F*** that.
I’m too cute to be passing up picture opportunities. Let me work on my pose and
smile since I got all this time before my corral starts. *takes
a selfie*
Start
Line:
I’m not taking a picture at that damn sign. It’s too cold. Just finish the race
and be great already. Damn. Please?
Mile
1:
Like seriously, it’s cold as a mutha out here. Who pissed Mother Nature off? I
can feel each of my fingers. I think they hate me more than my feet will when I
put those heels on after this… #ItsVegas *sees people taking the pictures
at the sign but keeps running*
I have no will power. I’m next.
Mile
2:
I actually feel good. Like really good. I think this might be a good run. Sure
I totally f’d up any hope of a PR with that 5 minute photo shoot. And, maybe it
was a bit much to ask that lady to take a picture of me from her camera and
text it to me. Point is, I’m the most fabulous person you know. And runners are
hella nice. And her camera was better than mine in that moment. #MySmartAssPhoneWontLetMeBeGreat
Mile
3:
Are. They. Giving. People. Beers? As in, beer from the finish line side of Las
Vegas Boulevard. As in, people who are only 3 miles into the race. And, you’re
not going over there to get one because, why?
Mile
4:
My hands feel like they are made of adamantium.
I just cut my tongue trying to pop one of these Jelly Belly energy beans. Man…that
means Wolverine probably can’t eat finger foods when he’s mad. That sucks.
Mile
5:
Wait, why am I running in Las Vegas? Because it’s fun? Oh, okay. Just checking.
I mean, I didn’t get that from what I was doing right now, but if you say so.
However, the fact that this air is so fresh and so clean, I’m only like 75%
upset that I’m out here freezing. Like seriously…people still smoke? How is
that even legal?
Mile
6:
This is when the strip gets interesting…I wonder how much I could pawn my
common sense for? It’s not like I use it ever. I mean, current situation…
Mile
7:
I want some french fries. From McDonalds. Man it’s cold. Maybe Riki was on to
something with that whole tutu thing. I’m f’n freezing! Mother Nature hates
every part of me.
Mile
8:
I think I need to use the bathroom. I’m not going in those porta potties though.
Those things are fckin disgusting. *pace gets slower and slower* Okay,
I mean, they aren’t so bad. It’s not like I don’t have this lovely hand
sanitizer with me. I mean…they brought them all the way out here for us, so I
should maybe use one. *peed
so long I almost missed The Return of
the King*
Mile
9:
Yoooooo I’m like fckin speed racer tho. Where did I get all this energy from? I
mean, I literally cannot see anyone’s face because I am moving at the speed of
light! Yasssssss running!
Mile
10:
I wonder what this gu would take like spread on crackers? Or apple slices for
that matter. Imma try that. I bet it’s hella good. You’re welcome life. You are
welcome for that.
Mile
11:
I know what, if this lady runs in front of one of my epic race picture faces
one more time…I swear fo’Lord she ain’t crossing the finish line with her shoe
laces. Yea, I’m petty. So what.
Mile
12:
Wow. These people next to me have run 20+ miles in the time it took me to run
10+ miles. That’s pretty amazing. I am also running very slow. I am actually Speed
Racer’s alter ego…
Mile
13:
You know, it’s just cold enough for me to perfect my Kappa shimmy. *begins
to shiver/shimmy uncontrollably to the music…on beat ‘cause I’m fancy* Where
Cori at??? #Yassss
#UCA #StadiumParkShenanigans
Mile 13 (0.1): Pictures are stupid. Why are you
trying to take a picture of me when you should be handing me a martini? I’m not
smiling for you. I’m not here for that.
Finish: My
medal please. Thank you very much. Now excuse me, they’re waiting for my photo
shoot. Hair and make-up!! *snap*snap* Let’s make this
happen! I’m on a schedule.
Man,
and believe me, there was a photo shoot. Like literally every photographer that
works for Marathonfoto was there. I just wanted to take a picture Jesus, and
get some chocolate milk. But it took forever to get past that part! But when I
did, I drank that chocolate milk like it was Sunday morning and I was sitting
in front of the TV watching cartoons trying to not get ready for church. Yupppp
Thundercats… And then I went back for another one.
Things
got bad though when I got to the banana station. I reach for a banana and was
like, that’s weird
because it was super soft. So I figured that
particular banana had been out in the casino gambling and things didn’t turn
out so great so I reached for another. But they were all the same. Now, I have
had nothing but WONDERFUL things to say about RnRLV despite not getting a medal
the first time #NeverLettingThatGo but
that? That offense? That crime should be punishable by shin splints! I NEED MY
POTASSIUM SIR! Those bananas felt like pudding on the inside! Who puts the
pudding inside the banana? I can’t deal Jesus. I’m trying to stay near the
cross Lord.
And
I realized that I had all the time in the world to have that thought completely
because I was still in the medical tent area. When will this ever end? I just
wanna get my remix medal and get some eat. You can’t open things very well with
adamantium hands. They aren’t that
flexible. And my feet are giving me their 30 minutes’ notice. So I have to move
with a purpose.
When
I got back to my room, I looked down at my race bib and my medals. I ran a
second race with those 3 words…sweet and simple. Run to Win. Those were the
words Meb placed on my race bib yesterday. We all run to win. But what are we
winning? Certainly not these race medals; we pay for these…its part of the
fees. And if you don’t come in first, technically, you lost, right?
Well,
technically yes…but technically no. What does it mean to “win”… What will it
take to impress the critics? How many impossible things can I make into blog
posts? We’ve often associated this word with being the first one to cross the
finish line. That was my mistake entering into this #14in2014. I had a goal. I
had a plan. I knew what I wanted to do. But, I never defined the word. And
after every single medal, I was closer to a goal, and farther away from that
feeling. From feeling like I won. Like I did it. I spent the whole year going
after a goal, because that’s what Mr. 20D
says I do.
I
did not create the rubric for what it means to win. I won’t make that mistake
in 2015.
I’ll
define it. And I’ll do it.
This Race: Rock N
Roll Las Vegas #StripAtNight, Half Marathon, Las
Vegas NV
Medaled Miles to date: 92.97 miles
Medaled Miles to date: 92.97 miles
Total Raced Miles to
date: 116.07 miles
-2 Medals To Go ǁ 114% Complete
(Challenge Medal 4, 20 Medals ǁ 143% Complete)
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