My Silver Medal Story

Or, Jennifer’s adventure in athleticism.

*Imagine a picture of a silver medal here*
Edited to add picture!

Yes, it really does exist, but is apparently not in the drawer where I thought I had stashed it. Which is rather unfortunate as it is the only tangible proof that I have ever participated in a contest in athletics. That would be because it is the only contest of the sort that I’ve ever participated in.

But yeah, silver medal.

It was the summer of 2007, and I had slogged many hours on the office treadmill gazing across the corporate logo out at the street below. Since I owed the company some gratitude for the continued perkiness of my backside, it seemed only logical to sign up for the company’s first foray into the local corporate challenge. Never mind that I was towards the higher end of my age bracket and had never competed in that sort of thing before. Sure 50 yards couldn’t be a big deal to dash.

We met on the field of a local high school on that hot Saturday in July. My competition was both younger and more experienced than I. Maybe if they changed the rules to where I  could Charleston to the finish line. I could even mix it up with a jazz square or something.

But it was not to be. They fired the gun and we were off! Lo and behold I came in 2nd in the pack!

<pause>

There were 3 of us.

<dramatic pause>

One girl fell down…

I also ran the mile. I finished and did not die. Thus endeth my running career. Suppose that disqualifies me as a potential companion for the Doctor.

This is what I mean when I say to anyone googling, I’m the Jennifer that shoots, not the one that runs. (There was a Dutch marathon runner of the same name that would come up in searches, but I seem to have surpassed her in Google’s algorithms.)

9 thoughts on “My Silver Medal Story”

  1. From a conversation a few years back:
    “You should start running. It’s good for your health, and what if someone is after you?”
    “If someone’s after me, that’s what they make guns for.”
    Annoyed. “What if you don’t have a gun?”
    “I’ll run far enough to get one.”

    Y’know, thinking back on some things, there are reasons I’m single…


  2. We met on the field of a local high school on that hot Saturday in July. My competition was both younger and more experienced than I.

    “Old age and treachery will overcome youth and ability.”

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