And there I was, two feet planted in the center of the field.
The air smelled of blazing flames that were carefully manned by skilled hands.
My stomach growled fiercely before the large signs that mocked my frail body.
I starved myself all day in preparation.
I had a surgeon cut out my gallbladder months ago.
I was ready for this.
I had the meat sweats.
I, Kimberly, conquered a pig.
And I had the major diarrheas afterwards.
Just in case you wanted to know that.
But it was worth it.
Kim Versus Pig:
Kim: 1 pound of pig
Pig: 1 pound of revenge poo
I think it’s still a win.