Those who know me know that I am one who is usually either early or on time and rarely ever late--even when schlepping 3 children. That's why this whole MISSING THE TRIATHLON REGISTRATION DEADLINE is crushing me. It's so not like me.
I have already sent 2 e-mails
begging requesting that they let me register late. This was one response I received today: "Unfortunately the race has reached it's field limit and cannot accept any further entries. Thanks". Think it would be rude of me to e-mail the guy back and explain to him the difference between its and it's??? [*EDITED--And I just got a second response back: "We are sorry, we wish we could let everyone in the race. ...The Webster, MA race has reached maximum capacity and we can no longer accept entries at this time. We do not have a waiting list nor take entries on Race weekend for closed Races. At this time, we do not anticipate any additional entries will be available but if that does happen, we will post it on our website." Umm...yeah, okay, I guess I won't hold my breath then.]
I also thought I'd try to be tricky (mwah ha ha) and try to fax in an application, but they updated the form as of May 15 so that the New England race wasn't on it. Fuck.
So instead of drowning my sorrow in a
vat of wine gallon of Moose Tracks, I'm going to attempt to figure out what this trauma experience has taught me.
1. To not procrastinate? Yup.
2. To not feel guilty about spending $75 on myself in order to achieve a worthwhile goal. As my Hubby remarked this morning, "So you felt bad about having to pay $75, yet you think nothing of dropping at least $40 every other day at Target?" (I think he's catching on that his wife is Target's bitch.)
3. That I need to find another goal to work towards ASAP, lest I lose all motivation...
4. That I will easily be the FIRST person registering next year for the Danskin Women's Triathlon. I may just stalk them.