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Monday, June 29, 2015

I met someone on the internet and wasn't murdered



As part of the ongoing series, "-Ish I didn't Blog about when it happened" I need to tell you about the time I met Teh Megan! She had the great distinction of being the first person I met blogging AND then met in person. She didn't shank me or leave my lifeless body in a ditch somewhere so I'm one for one when it comes to meeting non-psychos on the internet! Wooo Hooo!!!

It all started when she blogged about siging up for the Tar Heel 10 miler and having to run it alone. Me, being the good commenter I used to be, (I swear I read all the blogs, it's just on my iPad where it's a pain in the ass to comment) said "Awww, I would totally run it with you but I'm not in 10 miler shape." She reminded me that there was a 4 miler as well.... Next thing I knew, I was signed up for the 4 miler. 

She was coming up from SC and we chatted back and forth a few times and decided to meet for dinner Friday night and carb load. Her one request was a cannoli and I recommended Bocci in Durham, Their food is yum.

I ate this.


And this...


They made a swan out of the strawberry. So fancy, so yum.


We had a great time and non-stop talking, I finally met someone who can talk as much as me. :)

The next morning I strapped on my running shoes and drove to Chapel Hill


Before the race started we grabbed a selfie to prove that it really happened!


The next thing I knew, we were off! I was running at a decent pace for me. I was thinking, boy this is great, I'm going to run this entire race, no stopping, yay me!!

Then I saw this. Fuck.


Note to self, whenever you see the Ricola man playing an ALPINE HORN, it's not a good thing. it means there's a hill. A BIG ASS UNNECESSARY HILL.

A hill that needs it's own motivational speaker.


Here was my final time.


Queen of the positive splits, right there. Thanks hill...


Everyone got a medal at the end, regardless of you ran the 4 or 10 miler which was nice but I kinda felt like a poser with the 10 miler medal. Medals are always nice, but I would have felt like I earned it if I actually ran 10 miles.


Linking up with BLoved Boston!

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4 comments:

  1. Everything about that last fucking hill is why everyone got that badass medal. HOLY FUCKING STUPID ASS HILL. There should have been a church at the top so I could have been all, "Chapel, Hill, get it!?!" No, there wasn't even a joke at the end to make it better. Lesson, next year, just run the 4 miler and get the same medal and don't kill myself. Also, thank YOU for not shanking ME and leaving ME in a ditch somewhere. It would have taken my people a little longer to figure out that I was missing since I was already out of town. :)

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  2. haha... I so laughed at your comment about seeing the horn blower :)
    I always love when I meet people in person... & don't get killed :)

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  3. Yay for not getting murdered! I'm super jealous that you got to meet Megan! Congrats on making it up that hill. Probably would have died.

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  4. How neat! I would love to do blogger met ups with girls from the Triangle.

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