I started our bright eyed and bouncing. I was laughing at all the cool costumes, the "Pirates of the Cure-ibbean", the "ninja nurses". They had live bands and I was dancing. By midnight I was slowing down.
Normally I am okay for all nighters. I routinely go to be when the sun is getting up. This particular morning however my morning loving room mate decided it was totally unacceptable that I stay in bed after 10 am. After going to sleep at 5am , 10 am was not a reasonable time for me to look awake. However, I did it! I was AWAKE! (The popular joke that morning was that I figured out how to make my actors look like zombies. Gee, love you too guys.) So I'm looking at a daunting 12 hour walk starting at 7, but I managed to be awake and some what personable during the day.
So I think its totally reasonable that at midnight my body started to start lagging. Add the fact that earlier my boyfriend "casually" mentioned that him and I want to backpack lots of places and while doing this "backpacking" we would indeed be walking, and wearing backpacks. So perhaps this would be a great opportunity to train for it. (Some love eh? Taking advantage of my lower brain functions to convince me that this was a good idea.) So I was tired and lugging a 40 pound backpack around the godforsaken track.
I hustled through, I'm a fighter, that's actually a total lie, I am the biggest wuss. But somehow* (*my boyfriend literally pushing me) I got around the track.
By 1 o'clock they started bringing out the Karaoke. I suddenly got my energy back! The track was big enough that you couldn't really hear the singers at one end so I was flying past the stage in an effort to get to that most loved stretch.
By 5 am I was deader than dead. I am sad to say it but I gave up at 5:30. I couldn't continue. I crashed in my tent for the last 2 and a half hours, ashamed and unaccomplished.
