Had a bit of a scare this afternoon when I checked the Philadelphia Marathon website to find that the race had sold out. I hadn’t registered yet (financial woes) but I figured that I’d have until mid-October or so to do so; nothing I’d read had suggested that I’d need to worry about it selling out so early. I was at school in the computer lab when I made the discovery, which was immensely uncomfortable; I wanted to cry but I hate crying in public (who doesn’t?) so I just sort of sat there in quiet anguish and tried to convince myself that my life could still be meaningful while all around me people typed up syllabi and registered for courses and went about their usual business. That sounds excessively dramatic, I know, but I take disappointment pretty hard.
Eventually, I left the lab to go outside and call my mom, who in turn called my dad to relay the news to him. He then called me, and asked if I’d tried to register. Well, no, I hadn’t; it just hadn’t occurred to me that this was an option. The website had “SOLD OUT” plastered all over it, and I suppose I took that quite seriously. I shouldn’t have, though! I asked my dad if he’d try it for me, as I didn’t have my credit card on me at the time, and he agreed, and said he’d call me back to let me know if it worked. I figured that it was a (very) long shot, but felt the swelling of some desperate hope within me nonetheless. When the phone rang, I was a little afraid to answer it, but I was greeted with good news: he had successfully registered me. I’m glad that someone doesn’t completely crack in the face of crisis! I’ve got the confirmation letter sitting in my inbox now, and I’m feeling much, much better. Thanks again, dad.
I had a hard interval workout this morning: 8×400m in 1:30 each, with 200m recovery jogs. Legs are trashed. With warm-up and cool-down, I logged 7.6 miles, plus another 6 tonight (including 4 with S. along Kelly Drive; we got caught in a downpour midway through). Oh, and I had a(nother) stressful experience at school, when, after my evening run, I returned to the department to get my bag out of my locker only to find that all of the doors had been locked. Right. My house key was in my bag, along with all of my money and my laptop, so. I imagined myself having to sleep in the lobby of the building: hungry, cold, full of rage. Luckily, after 30 minutes of this, a professor appeared who happened to have a key to the department, and he let me in. As was the case with the marathon, everything worked out in the end. But still: what the hell? What a day.
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