Races are funny things. This is the fourth year that I’ve directed the Yuri’s Night race. Each year with about two weeks until the race — right around the time that I have to order t-shirts and spend the biggest chunk of change associated with the race — I freak out because we never have more than a handful people registered. But in the last four days we’ve almost doubled our registrations and I’m not stressing out as much anymore.
I don’t know if people just register late, or if I somehow get people to register as a result of my freakout. Either way, I guess it works.
In my mind I’m gone to Carolina…
I’m running a half marathon in Charlotte tomorrow morning with Katie, Joel, David, and Jennifer. Carter heard I was going to be in Charlotte and decided he wanted to come up for the weekend as well, though he’s not running. It should be a lot of fun, even though they everyone will probably outrun me easily. (Katie said she was aiming for 2:15. Well, 2:15 is my PR!) I run the most, and I’m still the slowest. Somehow that doesn’t seem fair.
I played softball last night and went 0-for-3 with a walk. I really suck at softball, enough that I’m not really enjoying it very much anymore. I thought about not playing this season, but I like the team, and if I didn’t play softball I’d never see Edgar or Sean or Amy or Lenny or Katie or those guys. I suppose the solution is to get better. Go to the batting cages regularly. Or something.
It’s a dreary day and I’m having mixed feelings about everything. I’m looking forward to being in Charlotte in the spring, though it looks like the weather may be crappy. But it’s harder to go out of town than it used to be. I don’t like it when J can’t come with me.