My FIRST time running MDI

When I was twenty and completed the MDI Marathon for the first time, whilst on my fifth big St. Jude fundraiser, it was a good time. Wish I could relive that weekend. Nevertheless, everytime I am back up there, my running experiences just keep getting better and better; my quads are always shot, but it is a good time.

The sun always hits my eyes just right in this spot, and don’t look at that zipper.

The week after this brutal marathon, I did a 5k with my school. I made sure to let everyone else be top three to get a medal, including a professor of mine at the time. I wanted my professor to feel like they won a race, because he was jealous about MDI, so I jogged the thing in lots of mud going up monks misery; wish I had worn my spikes half way through the jog. Then, afterwards I showed everyone my marathon medal from the weekend before, and they were clearly all very happy for my accomplishment. It was a cool thing. Perhaps, all of them will run MDI next year, near where they have camps or something! I lost the 5k pic, but I have snowshoeing up Mount Douglas.

Running is a funny sport, there are people who are jealous of you, people who need you to give a list of every time and distance you have ever run, people who run a half and take the full medal. One time a boyfriend only liked me because I was an almighty marathon runner, super cool, but then screamed at me in a restaurant that my boobs were too small, that was that. He also told me not to run around the track in a bra and underwear, funny fella, probably just wanted to go skinny dipping avec moi. You never know which one you’re talking to!