Dealing with fame is notoriously difficult, but if you're someone like me and you're not actually famous, fame is just plain fun. Deserved or not.
Above is a clipping from the front page of our regional newspaper yesterday. I heard about it from many people during the course of the day, but we're not actually susbcribers, so I was glad when Henriette's FATHER scanned it for me. What a guy! I was so frightened that it would be an ugly-grimacing photo. But I think I ended up looking strangely like the Lorax, but with a chemotherapy Buff on.
Well, let me first translate it and then explain why my fame is undeserved.
"'Sea Legs Girl' (yes, you can read my real name right up there, people) was Denmark's Relay's fastest woman.
Fastest woman at the Relay:
Næstved: SLG was the fastest woman to cross the finish line when 1,777 runners whipped through Herlufsholm forest and over The Suså in Denmark's Relay. She came through the 5km run in a time of 20:12. The fastest he-runner was Peter Munch Larsen in spikes, noted to have a time of 16:07."
Well, I of course wasn't the fastest female runner and Mette was. She showed me her Garmin and it said just under 19 minutes. But for some reason all of the times after the 1st round were off and in a stroke of luck (a mistake), I was given all the glory. And how glorious it is. That is, if anyone actually cared about that kind of thing :).
Just for fun, here is a great photo of our friend, the afforementioned fast Peter in spikes. Just imagine how fast he could have run had he actually tried ;)! (Note the reaction of the crowd.)
We're getting excited for the marathon on Sunday. At this point, I'm mostly stressing about my music. It is a bit wack how important my music is to me in a marathon.
Anyway, here's one new song that will be in the mix:
"Baby Lee" by Teenage Fanclub
Photo from Mount Royal, Frisco, Colorado.
"Children are fascinated by the ordinary and can spend timeless moments watching sunlight play with dust. Their restlessness they learn from you. It is you who are thinking of there when you are here. It is you who thinks of then instead of now. Stop. Let your children become the teachers and you the student" - William Martin