Let's Register for ALL THE RACES

In the past couple of weeks I have said goodbye to a lot of my hard earned monies by plunking down some race fees, namely all to Pink Gorilla.

Immediately following the Skedaddle half marathon, we were presented with sign up for 2020's race. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't sure what my spring race plan was. Hmmm.... I know my fall 2020 race plan, but nothing was up my sleeve for next spring. It should come as no surprise that it didn't take much arm twisting for me to sign up for the 2nd annual adventure for the Skedaddle. They did such a phenomenal job putting on the race, how could I pass it up?

Also, as I was going through my goodie bag from Skedaddle I found the race flyer for the Good Life Halfsy, a half I've wanted to run for years. Last year it was just 3 weeks after Twin Cities and I thought that'd be too close for me, but this year it's 4 weeks after. A quick text to my running buddy Melissa, and there goes some more money your way Pink Gorilla!

Almost Shut Out

I was laying on Susan's couch in NYC with my legs elevated the night before the half, checking my email when I saw one from the Brookings Marathon (the half being my likely goal race of the spring). The email said that they were close to filling up, yadda yadda, make sure you register, yadda yadda. I knew it was just a marketing ploy, as the race doesn't usually fill up until early/mid April, and it still had it's low registration fees through March 31st. Surely it wouldn't sell out before the earlybird pricing, right?

I've been trying to space out my race registration fees because $O$M$G$ but I figured I had planned to register when I got back from NYC anyway, so I might as well take the bait.

I registered, and mentally noted to text my running buddy Jenn the next day to let her know I signed up.

Well, I forgot. Being that the next day was race day, and just existing in NYC takes more brain capacity and awareness than I'm used to, and I get a text message from Jenn three days later saying that the half was full.

And I felt like a total turd.

So now I'm super thankful that I went with my gut and registered before it closed, but I'm super bummed I don't get to chase her around town for 13.1 miles. :(

I guess I'll know next time that if they send me an email that they're almost full, I should take their midwestern word for it.

Womp womp.