B.L.Gene: Everything Seen.: Battle of Wounded Knee

Everyone thinks that the Battle of Wounded Knee took place in South Dakota, but it actually took places 10 miles north of the Mexico border. That's right my friends... well at least in my book it is. It all started the night before when I was headed to Sells, AZ after I lost a betting war for court side seats to the Boston VS. Phoenix tickets.

Trying to pack for the race.

As I drove into the setting sun with the lights of Old Tucson fading behind me all I could think about was, "What if a Big Foot or an illegal immigrant runs in front of me?" Luckily I was able to recall the seminar I took titled: What to do if a Big Foot and/or an illegal immigrant runs in front of you. With that relief I continued on my journey to the race site slumber party. Finally after 78 miles, 1 stop to the local Shell, past 12345678908678 cacti, 8 javalinas, 7 coyotes, 5 cows, 2 horses, and 1 Bashas I found the dirt road that lead to the cultural center in the middle of know where AKA the raceline start.

Family Dollar, the only store in 100 miles. Sells, Arizona. Go figure.

The morning was cold and dark, when the runners were waking and the drug cartel was closing their underground caravan. Soon after the everyone was their designated starts, and 8:30 rolled around. Then at 8:55 the gold baton was passed off to me. Less than a mile in I twisted my ankle fell but popped up and continued. I was really nervous I was losing our team time and kept going throught the pain of my twisted ankle. When I saw the finish line I kept thinking, "I COULD USE A BEER AND A LYE DOWN" hahahaha

A week after fall, still hunting the good ones.

Much more prettier than before.

There was blood everywhere, it looked like I had a baby! The blood came oozing out of a gash in my left leg and splattered down onto my other leg, there was road rash from my left ankle to my knee, my right ankle was twisted and I had a major bruise on my right knee. Something good that came out of this was that I got the attention of the local fire fighter ;) haha jk. Oh yeah we took second too... we were only 22 second behind the first team....that means that was my fault! That day I learned a lot:

1) I am faster and stronger than I think, I finished by 4 mile leg in 28- 29 minutes on a bum and bleeding leg.

2) I am GREAT at good at getting attention.

3) Being FAT GIRL FALL DOWN isn't all that bad.

4) Next time I want to go Pocahontas mode and run the hidden pine trails of the forrest with my hair down.

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