They still haven't posted the actual results on the official site houstonhalf.com, but I found them elsewhere. I think from the company's site that runs the timing mechanism.
The good is that I had a negative split, meaning my second 6.4 miles was faster than my first. It was still a lower pace then I'm used to, but that understandable because I was really scared of overexerting myself.
I really just wanted to make sure I earned the title of half-marathon finisher (no walking, that's for goons), so next time maybe I'll try to pick it up a notch.
Anyway, so I'm a half-marathon finisher, and I hung my medal up in my office and things are going great for once in my life.
So, I'm feeling good, sitting at work, and I get an e-mail related to one of the groups I'm in. In said email, some guy made a mistake and forgot a word, which made me laugh. Being the great guy I am, I can't let a good mistake go unmade fun of, so I go to reply to my friend with the e-mail, complete with my own funny comment.
Then, 10 seconds later, my friend called me and the impossible had happened. I had replied to all. Everyone on my list got my hilarious blast.
I was scared/suicidal/worst feeling ever for a while, but I talked to everyone about it, and asked about me getting terminated, and they just thought it was funny. My hilarious comment was in the form of a sarcastic question, and someone actully replied to me with the answer. So, hopefully most of the recipients thought I was either funny or asking a legitimate question. And the other percentage can think I'm an asshole. Let's jst hope the CFO is in the first percent.
This has been cursing me for years. My love of humor. I can't help it, I find so much funny, and I want to share. If I got paid to make hilarious jokes, it would all work out fine.
Anyway, I think the potential disastrous effects of the situation are over, and my mind will let me forget it eventually. And maybe it worked to get my name out there, as a fun-loving guy with brass stones who loves sending out e-mail blasts.
If I was a knife, I'd be this.
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ps. that knife is really cool.
the worst one that I can remember was when we hired this idiotic assistant that couldn't spell and had a complete lack of grammar principles. She sent out some horried email, like she was wont to do, that was full of errors. One day, instead of just letting it all go, one of our SUPERVISORS, decided to make fun. But he really only meant to send the response to me and one other person in the office. But he fudged that.
The other person he had meant to send that to thought it hilarious that not only was the email in fact pure comedy, but that the supervisor had sent it back to to the orginal person. This person meant to make fun of the dumb assistant AND the dumb supervisor for this fact--again meaning only to email myself and the supervisor (the there of us did this kind of stuff all the time, because we're so professional). But this email, as well, got out to everyone.
I recall sitting there, shocked in my cubical, getting up and marching over to both of them asking "did you really mean to send those emails to EVERYONE?" They, obviously, had not.
Meanwhile the idiotic assistant simply said to me, "Rachel, did you get those emails? I don't understand". And she didn't.
--as a post script, that knife looks like it has a penis handle due to the skull. Says a lot about you, i think.