Should have been called un-lucky run. I am still debating on whether or not to take a sharpie to my lucky run shirt with the letters “un-” in front of lucky.
Let me take a few steps back and explain. First off, I woke up at 4:50. I didn’t even wake up multiple times throughout the night (which is a first). I got to bed by 10:30 and felt really good when I woke up. I had set my coffee and it was all ready for me when I woke up. I ate 1/2 of a very large banana and some peanut butter.
I was feeling good, but I’m still not a “morning person”. I headed out the door with all of my stuff in tow at 5:45. I even remembered to pack chocolate milk post run. I got to Davis high school around 6:20. Registration didn’t open until 6:45, so I scoped out the best parking spot. I got one right between the start and finish and next to the portapotties. This was perfect since I didn’t want to sweat check anything.
I was very close to the portapotties! And excited about it, hence the picture. I took care of business then headed back to the car. I sat for awhile and reviewed some of the race details on my phone while I waited for packet pick up to open up.
The time had come, it was a little after 6:45, so I stepped out of my car, grabbed my jacket, left my car door open, locked my car, and then it happened! Another car wanted to park in the spot next to mine, they waved at me to shut my door. I obliged, an didn’t grab my keys.
I also didn’t grab my phone. This pic was taken later…
So I immediately got upset. I headed over to the registration tent. I talked to a girl there who looked like she was in charge. However was completely clueless when it came to my problem. She told me to run my race, then after thy would call a locksmith??
Are you flipping stupid? I don’t want to leave my car here unattended with my keys in the front seat where some crazy Davis hippie could break into my car and take my everything. My purse was in there, my phone, keys, life…
So I call my husband, maybe 20 times. No answer. I finally try to text him. He still ignoring me. Finally around 7:15 he calls back. He’s upset because he has to go to work and I’m inconveniencing him. Forgot he doesn’t work well under pressure. But the race people here are idiots, and no one offered a better plan. Oh ya and I had hijacked this persons phone and kept having them unlock it and go into proper screens.
Why doesn’t everyone just have an iPhone? Ugh!
Finally after debating all of my options
*get a tow truck guy
*in-laws bring keys
That’s all we came up with.
We opted for the in laws to bring keys. (We just didn’t want to pay for someone to come out to unlock the car). Only catch, they live over 50 minutes away and have to stop at my house, another 5-10 minutes to get the keys.
While I was waiting a lot of tears was going on, reality set in. I wasn’t going to run the race. I trained hard for this, I felt prepared, and it wasn’t going to happen.
I walked to my car to continue to cry in peace, however the portapotties were literally steps away so in pretty sure hundreds of people saw me crying.
I’m such a baby!
Then some girl came over to ask if I wanted some water and if I was ok. I was taken off guard. I thanked her, but declined. Then I realized I was being a bitch, and explained my situation. She understood and said I should run anyways. She offered her phone and said I should call my father in law and have him meet me along the route. It was tempting, believe me. Then another girl offered her triple a service, but this was 5 minutes before the race. Too late! So the girl took my number and texted me. I texted her to let her know I was ok, and for her to look me up on Facebook, which she totally did.
My father in law finally got there around 8:45. He made awesome time. Seriously, huge thanks to you! He doesn’t know I have a blog, but if he ever did I want to make sure I give a proper shout out.
I called hubs to let him know I was ok. Hubs brought up the fact that I should ask if I could still run. So I ran over to the registration tent, it was empty. I did ask a few volunteers if I could talk to someone about it, they were clueless. I looked at the start and realized the timing thing was gone. Maybe they only have one and use it for both start and finish? I dunno. I just know it was gone. I was even tempted to just run, then saw all the cones at the beginning taken down. I thought that I might get lost, so I just decided to go home.
More tears came. I walked away.
I drove back home super disappointed. Maybe I’ll attempt it next year?
Don’t worry all this training won’t go to waste, I’m running my own half marathon on Monday. I am going to wear my un-lucky run shirt, and try to take the jinx out of it. I am very superstitious. I pretty much wanted o throw it away when I got home. And hubs said he would buy me a half Mary necklace, sine I didn’t get my medal.
“just pick one out, and I’ll get it for ya” he tells me. He felt super bad for me being all alone.
Oh and to make the day awesomer, I ruined the corned beef! Hubs was not happy… He ended up eating chicken nuggets. Omg makes me laugh thinking about it (at least i can laugh about something) And I drank 2 beers and a martini tonight, I think I totally earned it. I was completely exhausted after all that crying.
Things I learned:
*Call the fire department if you lock your keys in the car.
*Talk to more people who are not stupid, faster.
*Don’t cry over every little thing.
*Trust that everything works out for a reason, maybe I was meant to meet those very cool chicks and I wouldn’t have if I was all happy.
*Frost bite is real! Wear gloves! My thumbs were completely numb, and even after being in my car for 40 minutes I was still shivering.
*Don’t lock your keys in the car.
*be more self reliant and resourceful. I could have found someone with an iPhone and totally worked something out….maybe?
So that was my lucky run…
Have you every had a terrible experience that disabled you from running a race? How did you handle it?