I saw another runner, I waited for her to catch up to me, and asked, "where's the freaking finish? She goes, "sweetie this is the 10k path we are only at the half way point!"
I was so mad. I wanted to find that dude and kick him in the face with my blistered feet.
After the presentation of awards, I limped and waddled up to the announcer and sweetly explained, "I signed up for a 5k and ended up doing a 10k. Can I have a metal?"
I finished close to last, but still managed to beat my 5k pace. *sigh*
I still hate running. I mean I really-really hate running. I hate the physical act of running. But ya know what, I still tear up when I cross the stupid finish line!