Today was our track day at Boot Camp and we all did the best we could. Some folks did better than others but we all tried our hardest and that's what's important.
Okay, who am I kidding, I'm hyper competitive and it's all I can do to keep it in check at times. I totally kicked ass today and I'm super proud of it (and a little braggy). Camp started with a mile run. Now this I did not kick ass in. But we'll move right past this and onto the part of the story where I win. I win, I win, I win!
After we broke into groups, those that could run 10 minute miles and those that could not, we were required to sprint a lap around the park. I was with the over 10 minute milers, but only by a few seconds, and when we started sprinting I was towards the front of that pack. When were finished sprinting I was out in front of that pack.
Out. In. Front. As in, I smoked all of the girls in my group. Now considering I was in the slow group by only a few seconds, this is really not that much of an accomplishment. And if you consider that I would have finished last out of the faster group, then it seems like an even crappier accomplishment.
But dammit it, I won. I won a non-race thing. A thing that had no winners or losers, but I won.
I am a sick person. And I haven't even told you about my board game competitiveness. That's when I'm at my worst.
Repeat after me: My name is Regan and I have a problem
ReplyDeletebut on that same note, Warner and I realized while we were dating that we can't play cards together, even if we're on the same team...