I wouldn’t say I’m a drama queen. There are a lot of areas in my life where I
don’t want drama. But I have some places
where I certainly don’t mind it. I like
it in my books and movies. For example, I
prefer Jane Eyre over Pride and Prejudice. And I like to cry really hard in a
movie. I also don’t mind some drama when
I’m running races, as long as it serves my purposes. Like if I’m not as fast as I’d like to be I
appreciate a good obstacle/drama that I can blame my pace on. For example, one time I ran a race in really
hot weather. My time was slower than my
previous races, but who could blame me with that heat? Then I ran a race even slower than the
previous ones including the hot one,
but I had an injury, and I was hungry and cold. I even had proof that I
was hungry and cold. I begged food off of a volunteer and got
another volunteer to take the sweatshirt off of his back for me. Then I
ran a race and got my personal best
time. So I didn’t need an obstacle that
day.
Last week I did another race. The weather was perfect, I didn’t have an
injury, and I had done this race before (it was the hot one). As I was nearing the finish line, I could see
that I wasn’t going to set a personal record.
Heck, I wasn’t even going to beat my time when I ran it in hot weather! I almost finished that race without any
drama/excuses. And then it happened, I
fell down on my face and got scratched up.
Come to think of it, if it wasn’t me, I’d be suspicious
about this obstacle and how genuine it was.
Was this fall really an accident?
Or was I desperate for a story?
Consider the cause of this fall as we contemplate just how much truth
there is to my “obstacle:” A Watermelon slice.
That’s right, that’s how it all went down (literally). There is plenty of water and Gatorade to be
had, and even orange slices and bananas.
But watermelon is a rare find. The
first time I spotted it, I went for it, but missed it. I kept running and promised myself that if I
saw that precious fruit again, I would not miss it. It took some time, but eventually there was
another person handing out watermelon. I
was in the middle of the street and the watermelon was on the right side. I had to do some fancy moving, which didn’t
end up being fancy, and while I reached for the watermelon, I took a tumble.
Innocent? I don’t know. It would be one thing if my knees were
scratched, and my face, or one shoulder.
But knees, face, one side of a shoulder, and the other side of the other
shoulder. That just doesn’t sound like a
natural fall. How do you scratch up both
shoulders? Sounds suspicious. It’s almost like I went home and put some
makeup on my other shoulder and showed my husband that I’ve discovered more
scratches. I’m surprised I didn’t wake
up the next morning and say, “And look!
Now I have these braces and a headgear!
I don’t know how it happened! It must’ve been from that crazy fall
during the race.”
Just watch out if I report that some “anonymous”
clown comes
out of the crowd and smashes a pie in my face during my next race. I’d
keep my eye on me if I wasn’t me. I’m confused; I think I need a good
movie to
clear my head. Now where did I put that Jane Eyre DVD?
