Why traffic court Wednesdays and running a marathon are a lot alike . . .

I love Wednesdays. All day traffic court and, sometimes, other fun civil stuff like evictions and child support contempt thrown in so the ladies in court administration can watch me run between two courtrooms with my high heels on. Today was especially crazy, and I decided that my Wednesdays in traffic court are pretty similar to running a marathon:

• Both require regular hydration and fueling. For traffic court, I need my hourly shots of Diet Dew (I just pretend it's something stronger) and fun sized Butterfingers (thank you, leftover Halloween candy). For the marathon, gatorade and gu. Okay, fun sized Butterfingers. I hate gu.
• Lots of smelly people show up for both.
• In both, I spend 90% of the time telling myself that I can't possibly make it one more second and that I might (1) die, (2) throw up, (3) quit and walk to the nearest exit/medical tent/bar.
• Both put me in the danger zone for exposure to other people's bodily fluids. Seriously.

Of course, in traffic court, I don't get a nice medal for making it through the day and I've never gotten a free t-shirt (although I did pay one of our frequent flyers $15 for one that he had made that says "No Justice in Pine County."). But I did get referred to as "the hot prosecutor" today. I guess it's better than "that blond bitch." Happy Wednesday!