Dear Legs,
I apologize. Sometimes I'm frustrated with you because you're a little chunky and a lot white. Sometimes I'm even embarrassed. But I will never feel embarrassed or ashamed of you again because of what you did for me today.
You did so great during that UltraMarathon. Better than I hoped. Better than you needed to. I was planning on taking a leisurely 6 hours to complete the race. My heart really wanted 5:30, but I would've taken 6 happily. But 4:54?!?! And just the second pair of female legs to finish? Unbelievable. Congrat-the-heck-ulations.
You kept going when my brain told you to stop. Normally I don't condone disobedience like that, but I really appreciated your stubbornness today. I tried to send you enough water and food to help you along, and whether I did my job well or not, you acted like it was perfect.
As you battled the potholes and sandy dirt and brambles and ravines and hills with great aplomb, I was able to enjoy my perfect race-day playlist while staring at the beautiful landscape. One scene was so breathtaking it made even you stop as I gasped and stared, remember that? But then you remembered our purpose, and it was back to business.
I don't know if you talked to Stomach much today. He was struggling -- he was waterlogged and sloshy and couldn't take much more of the jostling jogging from about miles 25-28. But that didn't stop you; you simply kept on at a brisk walk until he was feeling a little more settled. Esophagus wanted me to thank you for your sensitivity, as that saved several potentially unpleasant upheavals.
Left toe took one for the team with that blood blister around mile 16. I'm sure she'll lose her toenail, and I appreciate her sacrifice. But it is to you, my non-cramped and stalwart Legs, that I owe my sincerest and most deep gratitude.
Thank you for making this race day what it was -- beautiful despite the physical brutality.
Respectfully,
Brittney
I apologize. Sometimes I'm frustrated with you because you're a little chunky and a lot white. Sometimes I'm even embarrassed. But I will never feel embarrassed or ashamed of you again because of what you did for me today.
You did so great during that UltraMarathon. Better than I hoped. Better than you needed to. I was planning on taking a leisurely 6 hours to complete the race. My heart really wanted 5:30, but I would've taken 6 happily. But 4:54?!?! And just the second pair of female legs to finish? Unbelievable. Congrat-the-heck-ulations.
You kept going when my brain told you to stop. Normally I don't condone disobedience like that, but I really appreciated your stubbornness today. I tried to send you enough water and food to help you along, and whether I did my job well or not, you acted like it was perfect.
As you battled the potholes and sandy dirt and brambles and ravines and hills with great aplomb, I was able to enjoy my perfect race-day playlist while staring at the beautiful landscape. One scene was so breathtaking it made even you stop as I gasped and stared, remember that? But then you remembered our purpose, and it was back to business.
I don't know if you talked to Stomach much today. He was struggling -- he was waterlogged and sloshy and couldn't take much more of the jostling jogging from about miles 25-28. But that didn't stop you; you simply kept on at a brisk walk until he was feeling a little more settled. Esophagus wanted me to thank you for your sensitivity, as that saved several potentially unpleasant upheavals.
Left toe took one for the team with that blood blister around mile 16. I'm sure she'll lose her toenail, and I appreciate her sacrifice. But it is to you, my non-cramped and stalwart Legs, that I owe my sincerest and most deep gratitude.
Thank you for making this race day what it was -- beautiful despite the physical brutality.
Respectfully,
Brittney
20 comments:
holy crap!! how long of a run is that? color me dumb--but I really don't know. you rock britt. no, really--you rock.
Can I get some of those legs? Mine can barely run a mile right now. You are AMAZING! Congrats on such a speedy finish!
Can i just say...AMAZING...you...AMAZING!
You are THE woman! I love Goblin Valley. We went there last spring break and that place is amazing!
You. Are. Amazing. THE END.
Wait to go Brit! I am sooooo happy for you, and, of course, very, very, very impressed. My daughter, who just had a baby, wants to do some running and training. I told her about you, super mom, who doesn't let being a busy mother stop her from running an ultra marathon. You are an inspiration.
congrats! *so* impressed, although next time you miss out on the top of utah marathon don't think you have to make up for it with a 100-miler :)
be proud.
you're funny! and amazing, but everyone already told you that. Way to go!!!!
youre awesome and funny. a killer combo. paul is 1 lucky guy.
Oh, I am so proud of you! Soooooooo proud of you! Wonderwoman! What is next?! Iron Man!!!!!!!!! Go, super star!!!! I love you!
I knew you would do great! The time does not surprise me at all. I even saw you walking on Sunday to church and thought those great legs.
You are amazing. Just wanted you to know that!
Why are you so awesome? Seriously.
You didn't tell me you came in the second female!?!? Wow.
It sound like your legs are in good hands and you have "heart" as well. You have a darling sense of humor! Congrats on the race too!!
What? Not first place? Come on.
You look great Brit! Congrats!
You are un-freakin-believable, lady!!!! I mean that in the most admirable, awe-struck way! WOW!
The only tasks my legs take on lately are growing hair and jiggling.:)
When I said "admirable," I meant "admiring." Yeah, that bugged me all night last night, had to fix it.
seriously so awesome! i think i would have scared myself into running...those pictures remind me a lot of where the sand people lived in star wars. they scared me so much...still do! i think i would've tried to picture them for an extra boost of adrenaline to get me through. ha! you rule. i wish i had your legs...
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