I would have rather titled this post "Fuck Yeah," but that just seemed a bit crass.
So here's what: I spent the entire week in Minneapolis hanging out with librarians and eating my face off. I spent the better part of Saturday sitting in Minneapolis-St. Paul airport hanging out with librarians and trying not to cry when the earlier United flight called out two names on the stand-by list and I wasn't one of them. (My boss actually was put on the earlier flight which made me all the more bitter; I had put my name on the stand-by list 10 hours earlier, he just had more frequent flier miles. In my opinion, that's just not the way we do things in America. This is a nation of first-come, first-served. Fucking United commie douchebags.)
I was so pathetic after the whole stand-by ordeal that MM again offered to come pick me up at the airport, and I finally accepted. He's a good boyfriend. He picked up my race packet for the Shamrock Shuffle 8K too.
But he's still a dude. And sometimes dude's just say things that are... wrong.
When I asked him at dinner about the free shirt that comes standard with every race, he mentioned that the women's shirt looked like it was sized very small. He expressed concern that it might not fit. And since I was acutely aware of my week of eating like each meal might be my last, I nearly started crying. In the restaurant. Sure, let's be honest, I have a larger than average chest, but it wasn't something I could handle hearing at that moment... or ever.
So, despite the physical exhaustion and obvious emotional overload, after a night of dreams about stuffing Paula Poundstone books into Queens Library bags (don't ask), MM and I got up and opened race day with the rest of country -- they were all there -- at the Shamrock Shuffle.
The Shuffle has become an annoying crowded race, and I'll admit... I threw a few elbows out there on the course. But, the good part, the great part, is that this is my anniversary. I ran my inaugural Shamrock Shuffle in 2006. It was my first race ever. At the time, I didn't realize that it really was just the beginning. And in 2008, my time was nearly 10 minutes faster than it was two years ago.
Like I said. Fuck Yeah.