yeah… that pretty much describes my weekend at megacon.
Nah, in all seriousness, I’m glad we sprung for Friday and Saturday. Friday was spent getting all my autographs done and seeing both David Tennant’s and Mark Sheppard’s panels.
God, Mark’s broke my heart, though. Everyone wanted to talk about Supernatural and his experience with the show wasn’t the greatest. The way they wrote his character at the end… even I was pissed off and I was only watching it on TV. I couldn’t imagine having to go to work and deal with that shit. I will freely admit to bursting into tears when he started talking about the #SPNFamily. We are a fandom as fucked up and broken as the characters we love, but when we pull together, we change the world. To hear him talk about us from a cast member’s perspective… I know our acts don’t go unnoticed by the cast, but damn. To actually hear it? In person? I’m tearing up now.
Saturday was BARROWMAN’S panel. Holy fuck. He is always worth the price of admission. I will always go to a con he’s at (if it’s local and within budget…I have Disney races to pay for and they are not cheap!) We got in line at 1PM for a 4:30 panel. Yeah. ONE P.M. We waited for three and a half hours for that man. The best part was when a MegaCon staff member stopped by and proceeded to warn the people with small children that MC could not control what John was going to say and it might be best to skip the panel. And yet, there were small children. One little girl was sent up to the stage to ask a question for her father. Dad’s name? Richard. I’ll let you guess how hysterical his reaction to that little nugget of information was.
In other news, Quidditch ended on the 15th and I crushed 50 miles.
Fifty fucking miles.
I thought that I’d get one, maybe two, miles in a day.
My last day, I got in seven miles. S-E-V-E-N.
(And then I was reminded by how much I love fucking shin splints…. and promptly took a week off to heal.)
I’ve also signed up for three races and wrote the following FB status so I’d always have a yearly reminder of how far I’ve come.
BANK: You just made three purchases from RunSignUp.com.
Please confirm that you have LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND and that these aren’t fraudulent transactions.
Two 5Ks back to back in June and a 5K/Half Marathon in December… yep, lost my fucking mind.
There’s another Whovian Running Club race I want to sign up for. I’m still waiting for my Enochian 9K medal to arrive. AND there’s still several IRL races I’ve found that I want to run.
I suppose there are worst things I can do with my time…