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Thursday, November 29

Pre-Las Vegas Marathon Checklist

☑ Garmin heartstrap and units

☑Camera

☑Inhaler

☑Jogging bra

☑Nathan hand held water bottle

☑1 white running minidress with red and shiny snakeskin trim

☑1 white jumpsuit with red and shiny snakeskin trim, (including cape)

☑1 shiny red metallic belt

☑1 shiny gold belt

☑1 brown bouffant wig

☑1 black pompadour wig

☑1 pair of long, thick false eyelashes

☑temporary sideburn hair color, black

☑very frosty eyeshadow and frosty lip gloss

☑1 pair large, gold, aviator sunglasses

☑sense of humor and adventure

What? You mean your marathon checklist doesn't look like this?

Well, it should.

Tonight Sweet Baboo and I went to Wigs, Wigs, Wigs in Albuquerque. Let me tell you folks, this lady knows WIGS. She caters to everyone from alopecia sufferers to cross-dressers. She has personally be-haired (is that a word?) all manner of people, including RuPaul. My own hair should look as good as the wigs in this place.

In a small time she took a plain black short wig, and voila, Sweet Baboo had Elvis hair. Then she took a medium-length brown wig, back-combed and teased it into a large brown helmet of hair appropriate for my She-Elvis/Priscilla hybrid.

When I saw myself in the mirror, I had to say it, "It sounded just like a freight train. Y'all."

Think Patsy Cline.

Think Sally Field in, "Steel Magnolias"

Saturday I'm Santa and I'm running a 5K.

Sunday I'm She-elvis and I'm running a marathon.

When did it come to this?

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14 bloggy peeps peeped bloggy things:

LBTEPA said...

What FUN!

Wendy said...

Have the very best time!!

Bigun said...

Hey, you married the guy...now's not the time to be asking questions! Have a blast, and keep a leash on the injured Baboo!

J-Wim said...

Um, I must admit I would love to join you guys for this fiesta.
Have fun!

Fe-lady said...

A marathon wearing a wig...now, that's brave! Can't wait to see pix and read the race report...CRAZY!

Jane said...

Man, you'd better take lots of photos.

momo said...

please, please, please take pics!

have fun!!

21stCenturyMom said...

Can't wait to see your pics!

Saturday I am running a 5K in a Santa hat and red skirt with white faux fur trim.

Viva Las Vegas! I hope you and S. Baboo have a fabulous time.

Ana said...

Sounds like a blast to me. Have a great time!

SWTrigal said...

Can't wait for the pictures!

Tea said...

LMAO---just thinking about it makes me laugh. You are going to have SO much fun!

greyhound said...

Some day, far in the future, anthropologists are going to find relics of this type of pursuit by this ancient culture, and they are not going to know WTF these people were doing. Some type of bizarre cultish rite? Fertility celebration? Hair worship?

Cody the Clydesdale said...

Now that sounds like fun. Make sure to take picks & put them up on your blog!

ShirleyPerly said...

A she-Elvis -- how funny! I will look for you during the race. Have fun!!