Feeling like one of Cinderella's sisters.
Posin' and wavin' to the rainbow-colored
masses.
These ain't Prada, honey. I lost the race!
Originally uploaded by Deaf258.
So, the parade officials led me to near the stage to sign a waiver and put on a pair of old high heels. Much to my dismay, those pair of high heels are *gasp* tiny! For a few minutes struggling with the shoes, I felt like one of Cinderella's fat step-sisters. I managed to squeeze in all my digits and heels in them. The announcer started calling out each of the racers' names. Mine came up, strutting out and waving, I curtseyed to the crowd. Luckily for me, there was an interpreter on stage to tell me the "ready-set-go!" announcement. I positioned myself on the starting line and stared at the interpreter. When the announcer yelled, "GO!", I ran the best I could. I think I was last, but I wanted to make it in one piece alive! Holy Hell!! My calves, hips and ass were on fire! I ran back to the stage to change back to my familiar, comfy shoes.
After being in this race, I learned a newfound respect for the women and trannies who religiously wear high heels. I also learned something new about me, I wasn't nervous being in the attention of a large crowd like I was before in the past. Interesting, huh??
Anyway, I posted the pictures to my Flickr account the next day. One of my good friends and my former interpreter, Daniel, posted a comment on my Flickr account, "You go girl! Now you just need to learn to bevel." LOL! ;)
Even though I was pretty tired and bummed out about my Macbook dying on me the night before, I had a fabulous time that day! I hope Neal will be in the High Heel Race next year, and his daughters might help me sign him up!
Muahahahahahah!
