Big-Legged Girl: Just waiting for NASA to call.

Sixteeen Miles! We don't need no stiiinkin' sixteeen miles!
Like I was telling Susan while we commenced the first leg of the run this morning: "We are a rare breed, us runners. Up at the crack of dawn to run when nothing is even chasing us or that nothing is ahead of us that even resembles immediate gratification. Okay...there was chocolate, but that usually has more emphasis on a 6 or 7 miler. Sixteen is different. And boy, was it humid. I was drenched by mile 3. And wearing those compression shorts display it for all the world to see. I'd wear the loose fitting shorts, but this big-legged girl hates chaffing. It would be helpful if God had created a 'reserve reservoir' in each thigh. Then I wouldn't argue the case. They would serve an important purpose, ya know - like a camel. I think all the nurses should swipe IV bags for the next two weeks so they can start a drip after our 18 miler. Better yet, I'll just run with the drip and IV pole - it has wheels.

I did feel good at mile 8. I remembering seeing all the families driving by, trying not to hit us or the passing cars. I could imagine what words were being said in the cars; "Mommy, why is that lady sweating only in the area of her crotch?" "Because, honey, thighs that big can produce mass amounts of heat. Scientists at NASA are currently working on a strategy to use femoral thermal combustion to alleviate the energy problems we are to face in the years ahead."

By 11, the mason had accumulated enough bricks to develop a decent size wall in front of me. For a small moment, it was show and tell time and I showed the 4 tattoos I had aquired over the years. Each has memories. Good times, good times. Mile 13 was hard because of that evil hill on Clinton Blvd.. Running up it once was a challenge, but twice, it was all I could do not to throw a 2-year old style tantrum in the middle of the road. But I kept my 'the glass is half-full' mentality and jogged up it like I always do. I did it...but I didn't like it.
At 15, a newfound surge hit me because I could see the Counseling Center. Yay! I had made it, finally. That is until I heard shouts from behind me. Turning around, I recognized the women I had just passed, but for some odd reason, they were all pointing in the direction of Maudedith. 'Are their arms spastic from dehydration?' I wondered, squinting at how they jabbed at the air with one pointed finger. "You have to run Maudedith again." POOOWWW!!!!!
If you're wondering, that was my bubble bursting. I felt as deflated too. I back-tracked, annoyed and I jogged a little faster to get it over with. I don't know how much water weight I lost today, but I'm waiting on NASA to call.
A final note: This Big-Leg Girl does have soul(Led Zeppelin fans will understand).
And Big-Bottom Girls make the world go round. Especially if you watch them from behind while they're running 16 miles.
Run on, marathoners!