I'm glad to report that I've ran in the Los Angeles Merrell Down and Dirty Mud Run for the last three years since it began, and I haven't died once. I'm always a little smug after the race because the whole thing is completely out of my comfort zone. I hate running and I'm horrible at it. I can't quite get the whole breathing thing down and I'm just weak sauce. So every year, when I cross that finish line, my inner bad ass yells, "Hoorah! See, Pollard! You're not a total wuss! You can do hard things!" She's normally dressed in camouflage, running around in my head doing modified push ups on her knees to prove her point.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Jumping in muddy puddles
Taylor and Corinne love the show "Peppa Pig." They get a kick out of her jumping in muddy puddles with her cute English accent, so they think it's pretty cool that I do the same thing once a year.
I finished just under an hour, and was thankful for Jess (knuckle bump, girl) for taking pity on her old friend when I ran out of steam.
After the run I had to book it home to interpret for a deaf family at church. I was so tired. I slept like a baby last night and am walking funny today. But it was totally worth it like it always is. I can't wait until next year.
Maybe I better start training now... :/
I am totally cheating in this picture. Should be on my tummy. Whoops.
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So, here it is, my commitment to join you next year. Count me in - and don't let me back out!
LOVE IT! lol
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