On the road to dynamite!
It's official. I've written the check, and I am now a team member in training. I've also officially noted that I'm prissy. Yes, that's right, I'm prissy. I'm not as prissy as Bonniebell (smooches, sweetie), but I'm close.
Today at the informational meeting, I was the only person with even a hint of makeup on, and mind you, I only wear eyeliner and Burt's Bees lipgloss. I also was the only person who was "dressed up," and I was wearing a tank top, denim capris, and wedge sandals. Oh, and I had on earrings and a butterfly necklace. Everyone else was decked out in dry max gear. I felt myself wondering if we were actually supposed to start physically training today.
I also was the only person drinking a cappuccino. No, I take that back, one other person was driking something from the downstairs cafe. She, however, carefully hid her caffeinated beverage behind her information packet, while I sipped my frothy pick me upper with pride. And I knew I had signed up for something serious when the informational meeting, held above a fantasic Central Market deli and bakery, did not have any refreshments whatsoever. Sigh.
And, other than the staff members present, I was the only one who knew that the cute little blue boxes tied up in satin white ribbons at the front of the room were from Tiffany's. Sigh. Apparently they pass them out upon completion of the marathon, a donation from the fine store. I quote my mentor, Holly Golightly: "Didn't I tell you this was a lovely place?"
Nevertheless, I signed up. After choking up uncontrollably (and visibly) during the emotional video and personal testimonies, I couldn't say no. Now, having signed on the dotted line and having written my first check, I feel like I've fallen off a cliff into something I may not be able to do, but I'll try. Half the participants today backed out, so I'm ahead of them at least.
And I'm walking (though the coach thinks I can run--HA!) for a good cause and in memory of my cousin and a friend and for an honored teammate I have yet to meet. That, I think, will get me through.
Today at the informational meeting, I was the only person with even a hint of makeup on, and mind you, I only wear eyeliner and Burt's Bees lipgloss. I also was the only person who was "dressed up," and I was wearing a tank top, denim capris, and wedge sandals. Oh, and I had on earrings and a butterfly necklace. Everyone else was decked out in dry max gear. I felt myself wondering if we were actually supposed to start physically training today.
I also was the only person drinking a cappuccino. No, I take that back, one other person was driking something from the downstairs cafe. She, however, carefully hid her caffeinated beverage behind her information packet, while I sipped my frothy pick me upper with pride. And I knew I had signed up for something serious when the informational meeting, held above a fantasic Central Market deli and bakery, did not have any refreshments whatsoever. Sigh.
And, other than the staff members present, I was the only one who knew that the cute little blue boxes tied up in satin white ribbons at the front of the room were from Tiffany's. Sigh. Apparently they pass them out upon completion of the marathon, a donation from the fine store. I quote my mentor, Holly Golightly: "Didn't I tell you this was a lovely place?"
Nevertheless, I signed up. After choking up uncontrollably (and visibly) during the emotional video and personal testimonies, I couldn't say no. Now, having signed on the dotted line and having written my first check, I feel like I've fallen off a cliff into something I may not be able to do, but I'll try. Half the participants today backed out, so I'm ahead of them at least.
And I'm walking (though the coach thinks I can run--HA!) for a good cause and in memory of my cousin and a friend and for an honored teammate I have yet to meet. That, I think, will get me through.
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