I've had a rather full week.
It started off kinda meh on Monday and Tuesday, and then suddenly I got a notification that I'd be interviewed at a rather large financial servies/insurance company on Friday. Hence I had to change a hair appointment to Thursday, which I did.
Hair dude gave me a fab cut. So I go. I was almost late and - get this - I ran through the streets of Boston, in ballerina flats, to get to the interview on time. This, I am able to do! I must've looked a little silly, trench coat flapping behind me. No matter. At least I could do it, eh?
And it looks good, yanno. I am not trying to get my hopes up, or otherwise risk jinxing it. So kindly forgive my vageness. But there is naught to report yet, not really. But it felt good. It was also the first in-person interview I've gotten for this job search. So even in that manner it's something of a victory.
Turning to sports - quite literally.
I ran my (egad, is this right???) 28th 5K race. I finished in 46:02, which is not so great for me. I've only been slower 5 times. Two of those times, oddly enough, I was a good 40 pounds lighter than I am now. For one of them (my first 5K), I was 20 pounds lighter than I am now. This is also my second-slowest time for this year (the first 5K of the year was 21 seconds slower). I was overdressed and hot, and splashed into puddles in an effort to cool off my too-hot feet.
This was a charity race, for Miles for Hope (Brain Tumor research). They gave out medals for top finishers in each division. The divisions were tiny, e. g. women 45 - 49, rather than women 40 - 49. But that's okay.
And I came in third in my division (out of four). So I got a medal! W00t!
It's weird. I know my time could have been considerably better, and it has been. I know that I was hot and that slowed me down. I know that a goodly chunk of the people doing the 5K were walking it. I know that the division was somewhat artificially kept small. I know that this is a lot more like the Participation Generation, where people get rewarded for just showing up.
I know all of that, yet I don't care. I got a medal!!
The last time I got any sort of a non-finisher award for anything athletic was when I was 11 years old and attending horseback riding camp. We had shows at the end of the year and ribbons were given out. I placed fifth (it's a pink ribbon) out of six. Even the gal who was in sixth got a ribbon (the Participation Generation goes back to the summer of 1974, apparently).
I cannot begin to tell you how much silly pride I have in this medal. And how good I feel about not only running this, the 28th 5K, but also about running through Boston in ballerina flats to get to an interview on time.
Life has changed. Neither of these things would have happened a scant five years ago.
I am a new person.
And I've got a medal!!!!