Hey Amy Noelle...: Forest Gimp

I think I'm going through senior year midlife crisis. The latest and greatest event happened about a month ago when I impulse registered for a half marathon. LOLZ. I can't/don't/hate running. I grew up a swimmer so the though of doing something "on land" for that long totally freaked me out.

But then it was like BAM, $60 had been charged to my debit card and I realized I had to start training like...that very second or I would probably die. Thankfully two of my roommates were doing it too, so we could all tear our bodies apart together.

Let me just tell you. The first half of your half marathon is sooo enjoyable (maybe because mine was downhill). I was seriously thinking to myself "Heck, I'll run a marathon! This is great!" Then it hit mile 10 and I thought I was going to fall flat on my face and die. I'm probably just dramatic, but like...whatever. It was hard, okay? And I had never run that far in my entire life put together.

Okay okay, it was actually kind of enjoyable. I mean I was running down Emigration Canyon in the middle of fall with great friends breathing in fresh crisp air. Not so bad, eh?

But let's get back to my dramatic self and sum it up and say: crossing the finish line is the best part of the half marathon. I seriously wanted to cry for the sheer fact that the pain could stop. (Again, I'm just being dramatic. But still, you try it.)

Long story short, I ended up tearing some ligaments in my foot and possibly fractured it toward the end of the race (which may explain my pain) so now I'm in a boot. YAY ME. I attempted crutches but it just wasn't my thang, so now I just limp around. You may now call me Forest Gimp. I now have a new appreciation for walking and all the nice people who have offered me rides. Go you, and God bless you guys.