I had a wonderful plan, back in oh- May, June or perhaps even a bit earlier than that.
I would finish up my equine competitive season (which was freaking amazing, more on that later) transition to bigger and better miles on the road and run a Half a few weeks later. With that in mind I signed up all nice and early for a Half on October 22. GO ME. Way to plan ahead.
Over the weekend I was having a nice mental chat with myself. It went a little something like this:
Me- Looking good me! I haven't been able to put in a ton of mileage due to the "horse show situation" but I have had a few good weeks of legit running. Some hills, some 7 milers and a little 5K (more on that later.)
Phone- "jingle jingle" indicating email.
Me: Moseys towards phone, still congratulating myself on my fabulocity, fashion sense and wisdom. "I'll get in a few runs early this week to break myslef back in (and NOT to break myself, mind you) do 10-11 miles over the weekend, try for another 10-11 in CT over the weekend of the 15th (horse show) then I should be fine to finish a little slow, but respectably well for someone of my advanced years. (and yes, when I chat to myslef in my head I do indeed speak in run on sentances.)
Phone: I HAZ EMAIL, FOOL!
Me: Looks at email. Sees race email. Takes no notice and moves on.
.......fast forward to later that day........
Reads email: The race is coming up! (me, smugly: YEAH in a few WEEKS!") Packet pick up on SATURDAY OCTOBER 1st.
ME: WTF??? wtf? W....T....F....
The race is this Sunday. How did this happen? Here are the choices:
1- I am an idiot
2- In my head "After the competitive season" meant AFTER the show mid October. Evidently, back in the early Spring I was probably just thinking post-Regionals. I dunno!
3- Really, it is very easy to mix up the 2nd with the 22nd. Right?
4- I AM A GODDAMMMMMMM FOOL!
I ate some bacon. Freaked out for one minute. Said eff it.
See you all at the Maine Half this weekend. More on my plan for Epic world domination in the upcoming days.