Yesterday. It was my first race in a loooong time. All week I was gearing up for it. 37 flights. 600+ stairs. And I had no idea how it would be. I've never run up more than a few flights at one time. Would this take me 25 or 45 min? Would my legs be on fire or would I even break a sweat?Well.
As it turned out, two friends signed up and we raced together-- doing the fun walk. EVEN WALKING we finished in like 15 min. I felt like I just did a series of light stretches or something. To make up for the lack of physical exertion, I told the ladies to drop me off in the middle of downtown Cleveland so I could meet Jared on the other side of the city at a market. BAD IDEA.
No sooner had I progressed a few blocks, than I was surrounded by buildings under construction and men with few teeth muttering or screaming things to themselves. Then I realized I was lost. Then I called Jared and got the "what did you think you were doing" lecture. Then I met up with him and life was safe again. AND I felt triumphant.
Miranda vs. Cleveland
Miranda won again.
2 comments:
Miranda, I love you! Miss you too! This post just makes me nostalgic for being with you. Hope you are loving Cleveland.
You are hilarious. And so is your husband. And I could never go up that many stairs in my current state = SAD :( = it's time for a change.
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