It's the biggest pic 'cause it's the coolest. I'm superhappy to see Land's End and I know it's coming, this ain't my first rodeo cowboy. Besides, there's a sign that tells you 1/4 mile to go to aid station. Land's End comes and Shawn with his Shawnness is nice. They had a buffet and I was the only one there, but they were on it and offered me all kinds of stuff, which I love because so many times I haven't realized I needed something till they ask me. Like "Oh you need a wipe" and you are like "Shit, yes I do. I spilled sticky stuff all down my shirt and need to wipe it off". That wasn't the case this time, I told them I didn't need one because that's what my pants were for, and everybody laughed which they have to do because they are supposed to keep you uplifted and be supersupportive. Anyway, so very glad they were there. So only 3.5 miles to go to halfway done and of course the last 3.5 miles of the loop is really like 8 miles but I'm still running all the time and digging it. Loop 1 done and Shay comes out and totally does all my drop bag shit and grabbing stuff out of the back of my pack shit (I get to listen to music the second half, it's a reward for not being a loser quitter. I've been the loser quitter before so now I have safeguards such as this against it. Most of my brain time is spent coming up with ways to psych itself out) because Heather ignores me other than to acknowledge my presence. I think she thinks if she is nice to me I will whine about wanting to quit (I am not a whiner. At all. For real. But she was my pacer at Rocky and got whining all fucking night long I don't know how she did it. I would have told me to fuck the fuck off and then shoved me down and kicked me in the face, only 'cause there were no curbs on the trail to stomp my head on. Maybe a tree stump stomp). Anyway, I wouldn't even consider quitting, it's only like 10:30 so the good shit hasn't even started yet. So off on Loop 2. When you first enter the woods Heather's kid and Kristi and Rick's kid are there to tell you which way to go. So I go that way and start messing with my phone and headphones so I can listen to music. I already decided I was going to listen to Disturbed - the album with Down With The Sickness. It came to me in a flash before Land's End even though I haven't even thought of Disturbed in years. Seriously. Limp Bizkit is my guilty pleasure. I want to not listen to them, but sometimes I have to and I want to not love it, but I find myself singing asinine lyrics about dirty butts like I'm the Infredible D myself.
Anyway, I'm wrapped up in getting Disturbed pulled up on Spotify which I do and start running again.....before too long I hear little girls yelling - Go Runner, Nice Job, blah blah. WTF? Apparently I wasn't paying attention while f'n with my phone and ended back at the start. I am telling everyone it took like 10 minutes. It's more like 5, tops. So I re-start Loop 2 and see where I probably went wrong. Looks like I turned left and went down the path that had a big WRONG WAY sign in the middle of it. Details, details. So by let's say Mile 13 I am not really running. It's like when you are at mile 50 of something. I know I am going to be sore as hell the next day. But I am all amped up on caffeine (filled my water bottle with a Grape Rockstar at the turnaround. Don't care what you say, I count it as one of my better life decisions) and other asundry chemicals in a RockStar, so I keep moving. There was a group of 5 or 6 girls that I knew were going to pass me, And they did but then I got in the middle of the group and hung on for a bit, but I could tell that was WAY too fast to be sustainable. I kept stumbling over shit and it would have been a matter of time before stumble becomes fall and head meets rock or knee meets rock or head meets tree on way down to meet rock where knee already is. So I slowed my roll more. We crossed the road where Leia was....I forgot that part. So at the beginning they tell us that people are gonna win free shoes. Not just those that place, but random others based on how they finish. Like the manner in which they finish. So I immediately think, well I'll just finish with no clothes on. Give momma her shoes. Well, after a second thought I realize I can't do that. It's not feasible and there's kids and I am sure there would be some flack to deal with and I have had enough conversations and lectures on what is appropriate behavior and what is not to last me for like 8 more lifetimes. It just wasn't worth it. So there's a road crossing and my friend Leia is there to guard it I guess. Maybe direct traffic, but traffic is just a random vehicle and if they're gonna hit you, Leia, although a superhero, isn't gonna be able to stop them. You know, maybe she would, who am I to say. Anyway, I tell her my finish line dilemma as I cross the road the second time on the first loop. She suggests cartwheels, which disappoints me. I get it, you're just trying to help, but you can do better. You ARE better than that. So I tell her she has a few hours to work on it. So this time she tells me I could do an interpretive dance of my race. OMG that is so along the lines of what I was thinking! I could only get as far as doing some over-the-top acting of something, I was missing the something and Leia got the something. I also thought I could yell Coming In Hot and then stop drop and roll (explaining what I was doing to the audience of 4) over the finish line. It was early, I had time to come up with a dance. But things are hurting and where the fuck is mile 6.5? I am not sure if I'll see Rick or not before it (I did, but I didn't know it was him and he was facing the other way). It finally comes and goddamn those volunteers are awesome. I forgot how at night with the lights and the sweet food all the gnats come out and get in your mouth and up your nose and there's no getting away from them. By the way, Shawn, please explain this:
Nevermind, I get it now. This is what a moth would look like as it goes to the flame, as it always does. Except instead of a moth, it's a 6'5" redhead. Of course, silly me to not see that right away.
Anyway, I had Shay put a Coke in my pack (they always run out by the time I get there) way back when and I now got it out and poured it with what was left of my grape Monster. Winning combination, I assume nobody else is gonna try it - that's cool, just take my word. I had no business being there and feeling fly, yet there I was. Next, me and my winning combination leave Land's End and only have 3.5 miles to go. Longest 3.5 miles of my life (well, except the last 3.1 or .2 or whatever of FlatRock where time and space don't match up....I know I've been lost between 2 parallel universes in that last 3 miles and have spent more than one eternity there, I know you don't believe me but I am telling you something weird happens out there and its not good, I feel like I've narrowly escaped something akin to when certain people take acid and they never stop tripping) and I can't really move well and my body is pissed that I am doing this to it so it acts like it all of a sudden forgot how to move. But if you just keep putting one foot in front of the other, you eventually get to the end. You have to. It's a rule. I finished the Disturbed album, got some Die Antwood and Tribe Called Quest and right when I needed it the most Til I Collapse by Eminem came on so we (me and my winning combination) turned that shit UP and we were flying! I am quite certain I was hitting a solid 16 minute pace, but it fucking felt like flying to me. Oh yeah - at some point along there I get really pissed about this whole finish line shoe thing. Not really sure now exactly why, but I decided to scrap it all - not even a stop drop and roll - and I'd just buy my own goddamn shoes. So that's what happened, instead of me rolling on the ground or reenacting the emotional journey (I came up with doing animal noises to accompany it, which wouldn't have translated well in photos anyway), you get this. Which is still dope as fuck, smells like victory, of the freaky variety, but still victory.
So I'm all done and Megan isn't too far behind me and Darci is all done with her first 10 miler and Ashley is all done with her 20 miler. She got second but didn't tell anybody. I would've told everybody but that's just me. So instead of getting the chance to heap accolades on Ashley, I told Carol (who was there to volunteer so was not present at pre-race discussions) about my diahhrea. Leia was there and hadn't heard it either. Ashley had though. I guess it's kind of an award, hear the diarrhea story twice. I added stuff though for her benefit that I hadn't brought up before. Like how the poo looked and that it required a butt washing, not a butt wiping. Then Carol told us how some guy didn't understand why he shouldn't mate 2 puppies from the same litter, so as a way to explain, she asked him "Well, what happens when you have sex with your sister?" Leia swore she was going to start answering all questions with this one, so please please please ask Leia a stupid question next time you see her. Then I went by the fire and talked smack with the Mayo and the Cotten and whatever Shay's last name is kids just to end things on a high note. So, that's what I was doing Saturday night from 8 till about 3 am when I left, aren't you sorry you were sleeping like a little baby and missed all the fun? Grow up and be a freak and come out next year. THE END.
PS - Don't bother stopping me if you've already heard this, but I wasn't sore the next day (well, only a little) because I am like the Terminator, which is dope as fuck.