Clydesdale Queen

I’m thinking about running in a local 5k race this Novemeber known as the “Turkey Trot” for runners and walkers.

There are several categories to place as a winner: one for youngsters, one for the older people, and a third category known as the “Clydesdales”. This aptly named category is for heavyweight runners over a certain poundage. I’m not that far off from being able to compete in the Clydesdale category – pretty damn close actually. I was thinking about entering under that category (who would know? They aren’t going to make us weigh-in) – but I had to ask myself, what would I do if I actually placed?

I’d have to go up to the podium to accept the Clydesdale trophy, raise it above my head triumphantly and declare:

Hey world! Look at me! I’m Queen of the Fatties!