When I was in Junior High my Dad dragged me on a 10k run that was some kind of Prisoner of War fundraiser, I guess? I was not *nearly* in good enough shape to do it - in retrospect I'm sure my thyroid issues had started, but not been diagnosed yet.
Anyway, so I was the dead last runner and fell over and begged to stop and cried a lot, and my dad would just grab my arm and drag me forward. And when we got near the finish line these six marines carrying huge flags that said "PRISONER OF WAR - BRING THEM ALL HOME" came out and surrounded me and walked very slowly across the finish line, and there were all these people applauding and I was all sniffly from crying and bruised from falling and everyone was looking at me and I prayed for death right there.
You can unscreen this if you like. I don't think I'll ever feel that embarrassed again, but actually starting thyroid meds returned to me the ability to run and move like a real person, so I feel a lot better about the whole thing these days. :)
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Date: 2009-02-24 08:16 am (UTC)Anyway, so I was the dead last runner and fell over and begged to stop and cried a lot, and my dad would just grab my arm and drag me forward. And when we got near the finish line these six marines carrying huge flags that said "PRISONER OF WAR - BRING THEM ALL HOME" came out and surrounded me and walked very slowly across the finish line, and there were all these people applauding and I was all sniffly from crying and bruised from falling and everyone was looking at me and I prayed for death right there.
You can unscreen this if you like. I don't think I'll ever feel that embarrassed again, but actually starting thyroid meds returned to me the ability to run and move like a real person, so I feel a lot better about the whole thing these days. :)