Here is why. I am way too competitive, but it is who I am and it isn’t hurting anyone else. One of my closest work friends and staunch political adversaries walked in to work on the Monday before thanksgiving and said let’s do the Grande meal challenge at taco bell. I was strangely drawn to this ridiculous feat so I did some research to govern the rules and discovered that there is a twelve tacos for ten dollar deal going on. Challenge Accepted! T, my favorite Cadet and I were off to Taco Bell. Twenty minutes later I was on number twelve and ten minutes later I was the champion of a contest that has no winners.
On Thanksgiving I was ten paces off the leader of a small Turkey Trot for most of the first mile. But I could not hold that pace after such a feast. I still managed to stay in the top ten (of a race with about 100) but I was far away from my sub twenty goal. So what! Life is too short to care about winning a small race in Brunswick Maine to not do completely moronic things with your friends. Next year I will definitely not do the taco bell challenge and I will try to beat the leader. But I am not nor will I ever be a professional athlete so I will never be a slave to racing. I love it and it definitely has helped me through the worst times in my life but I will never rule me. Yeah running fifty milers and Half Ironman races is crazy but so is eating 12 tacos in thirty minutes. I am crazy, I always have been. That’s all I know. That’s why I joined the Airborne Infantry and even though those days are over I refuse to not use my craziness for the benefit of others.
Oh by the way if anyone wants to go head to head, game on but please select something other than Taco Bell.
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