Monday, November 21, 2011
It started with the fact that I moved a 1 1/2 cords of wood on Saturday.
I was signed up for a 5k walk the next day.
I've done it plenty of times. At a higher weight I've done 15 miles. But I was sore and it was %$@&% cold!
Turns out the walk was in a lollipop shape. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I thought I could just turn around and no one will know. And if they did know....they aren't going to care.
I knew there was an icky hill coming up....and I was cold....and I was sore....and they already got my money for the fundraiser....and I was cold....and....and....
Then I had another one of my "Suck it up, Buttercup" moments.
This is something along the lines of how the conversation went:
"Really? You are going to turn around to shorten the walk by....what....a mile?? Gurrrrl, you are going to cheat yourself out of a mile because it might be hard? Because you might get out of breath on the hill? Suck it up, Buttercup!"
My inner voice can be kind of a bitch. What really stinks is that she was right.
So I told her, "Fine. Would ya shut up already! I'm going."
Thankfully, none of this was out loud.
I did it. The hill sucked....I sucked wind...but I did it.
Mostly because I knew that I would either have to lie to *everyone* or tell everyone the truth.
And I knew both options would hurt more than the soreness in my legs.