A story for the ages…

So I go to pick up my race packet at the convention center today, all nervous and a dither, AND…they can’t find my name.  They send me to the Trouble Table, they can’t find my name ANYWHERE!  They look through all their computers and then call the bat phone and they look on their special computers and there is nothing.  No trail.  No nothing.

First the nice lady behind the table says, oh please don’t cry and then she says, if you can find your confirmation or can show us a bill from a credit card statement you can bring it in but otherwise the race is full and there is nothing we can do for you, I’m so sorry.

I go home, hoping against hope that I can find a record or statement or something, but there is nothing.  I have nothing, no confirmation, no email, no billing trail. NOTHING!

I somehow, between all the other races, did not sign up for THIS fucking race.

Oh my god.  OH MY GOD!

Curses…nashing of teeth…stomping of feet…clenching of fists…how could I possibly be so stupid?

I guess my goals will have to wait till next year.
And as my good friend Jen put it, after listening to me weep and cry and blubber for a while, “You’re certainly fast enough to win, but just too stupid to sign up.”

Thanks Jen, that’s why I love you.

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