SIZE 12 IS NOT FAT
STATUS: Sore.
FAVE LINKEY-POO RIGHT THIS SECOND: Here’s a link Drew sent showing Bill O’Reilly flipping out over a teleprompter glitch. It’s a gorgeous meltdown that someone later set to music in a separate video.
On Sunday, I ran the Dexter-Ann Arbor half marathon — all 13.1 miles of it. I ran it with my friend DeDe, and I can safely say that if it wasn’t for her, I never would have made it to the starting line. Or the finish line, for that matter. I am in green below on the top, crossing the finish line; DeDe is in yellow on the bottom.
Next year, we are going to copy the cover of Meg Cabot’s fabulous novel, Size 12 is Not Fat, and put it on our running shirts. I think lots of people believe you need to have a svelte runners’ physique to attempt more than 2 miles, but that’s not the case at all. On a sort-of-related note, I watched America’s Next Top Model last night (yes, I love the show, I admit it) and a “juicy” size 10 won, and everyone kept saying how voluptuous she was. Um, okay. I guess it just goes to show how completely relative weight is, no matter what a person does. You don’t have to be size 4 to run a marathon, and DeDe and I are living (and hobbling, at least for today) proof.
Speaking of eating, here I debate whether or not to chow on my medal, or on my water bottle. If I look tired, it’s because I am. Plus my legs hurt quite a bit at the time of the photo.



June 4th, 2008 at 4:56 pm
Whee! Congrats on finishing, Lara. That’s got to feel good.