Sunday, November 23, 2014

Going Back to Cali...No, I Don't Think So

This was a big slacker week for me.  Here's my recap:

Monday: 5 miles

Weekly Mileage:  5 miles

We drove down to Arlington, Virginia last Sunday for a funeral.  We stayed through Wednesday so I thought I would get some runs in around the nation's capital, one of my all time favorite venues, but there was too much going on...and it was cold.  When we returned home, I planned on getting some long runs in to keep my weekly mileage up, but I didn't.  I'm hosting Thanksgiving this year and the house needed some serious cleaning and decluttering (Excuses are like assholes, apparently I've got more than one...).

Along comes Saturday night.  My friend, The Petite Pacer was signed up to run the Long Beach Turkey Trot today.  Even though I had a slacker week, I wanted to sign up.  I still felt like I could run a good race, the weather was going to be perfect and the course is flatter than flat.  I googled Long Beach Turkey Trot, clicked on the first entry, whipped out the ol' credit card and signed my arse up.  Awesome!  I went back to the race home page to double check that packet pickup would be at the usual place, the Long Beach Rec Center.  Imagine my surprise when I read it would be at 1 Granada Avenue, 90803.  Yep, 90803 would be the zip code...as in California.  Really?!  Lucky for me, I can clear my application without being charged within the first fifteen minutes...or could I?  Nope.  I frantically emailed the race director, Justin Rudd, who immediately emailed me back and reimbursed me the $40.40 registration fee.  Thanks, guy!  Yes, in hindsight, I see how I should have realized that the field of 5,000+ runners and 3 different start times was unusual.  Yes, I should have seen the California race date was completely different from the New York one.  And maybe the tanned bikini clad runners in the race photos should have tipped me off...  Honest, totally embarrassing mistake.  One I hope not to repeat, and if I do, I will not be blogging about it.  Fool me once, shame on me.  Fool me twice...and I'm keeping it to myself...

I resorted to an 8 mile run on my regular loop in 1:05:26, a. 8:10 pace.  TPP placed first in her age group.


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9 comments:

  1. The Emerging RunnerNovember 23, 2014 at 7:04 PM

    So what exactly are you telling us about your physiology with that excuses metaphor?

    Good luck with the Thanksgiving hosting. Make sure you tell your guests it's in RVC in NY and not the one in CA.

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    1. She Is Out RunningNovember 23, 2014 at 7:09 PM

      First of all, it's a simile. Second of all, I'm going to tell them to go to your house in Plainview.

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    2. The Emerging RunnerNovember 23, 2014 at 7:33 PM

      Technically, all similes are metaphors. Let me know when your guests were told to arrive so I can buy a house in Plainview by then.

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  2. ThePetitePacerNovember 24, 2014 at 6:23 AM

    Oh. my. god. For the love of all things blogworthy..
    Keep it up. You guys are just too funny.

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    1. She Is Out RunningNovember 24, 2014 at 8:02 AM

      Thank you, thank you. We're here all week. Try the clam chowder.

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    2. The Emerging RunnerNovember 24, 2014 at 1:14 PM

      I think this blog should be renamed She Is Very Argumentative.

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    3. She Is Out RunningNovember 24, 2014 at 4:13 PM

      I AM NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

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  3. AnonymousNovember 29, 2014 at 11:24 PM

    You guys are cracking me up.

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