Forgive me. As I have told Matt, I am currently in my Post Partum Depressive state. It began on mile 20 and progressed to this...bloated mass of unused energy. The funny thing is, I don't feel depressed. I feel like I need to be doing something. I just got through doing something Extra-0rdinary and now I am back in the mundane; but I KNOW I am capable of doing so much more!! Is it just me? Anyone feeling me out there? I know now to schedule my events closer together so there isn't much time to loll around and eat. Anyway...
Oct. 7 2005
Raced around Wal Mart at 7 a.m. to find iron-on letters for my "Sexy Mama" singlet. Still packing at 8 a.m. Craving eggs benedict, but will wait for post race gourging. Hallie and beau pick me up and wisk me off to meet the metallic bird that will get me another step closer to my destiny. Seated next to Lisa on the plane - noticed a very distressed "marathoner". After prodding and insistence the truth seeped out betwixt her trembling lips. "Claustrophoia". Chivralous as nature had intended me to be, I gave up my seat to accomodate the psychosis that could not and should not be cured in a two hour flight. Behold, sandwiched between two 'down-home' men of countrified manner. Between the hot breath on my left cheek and the incessant nurturing of an itchy balls - with reckless abandon, might I add - I wasn't sure if I should cry or laugh. I just prayed that the man on my right would not formally introduce himself.
I was excited to see that my name was on a poster amid the other 40,000 - give or take - runners displayed for all to see. My first thought was, 'Just like the Vietnam Memorial...' After describing the poster to a fellow marathoner and seeing the reaction I got from my reference, I hoped that I had not predicted my short future. 'Everyone's name is up there. Are they color coded for a reason? Is red good or bad? Wait, there are two Michelle Alexander's. Which one is me? Was the red good or bad? If red is bad, I'll just claim the black written one. No one will know...right?'
That's all I can write for now. Much happened and this is the abridged version. "Leave 'em wanting more" is what I say. I'll continue this later. Take care.
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