Well, it’s that time again….the Broad Street Run. Honestly, all I can think about it my last debut back in 2011 (1:50:46). The experience was like one big wet and wild ride but where they run out of water on the last slide and you have to push yourself down the hot plastic, burning your ass all the way.….I seriously not kidding when I say I now have the runs thinking of it and I could not make it out of the office today to pick up my packet. Opps, hope you finished your lunch;-).
It started out cool in the beginning...I got an official email YOU ARE IN! yay, I won the lottery I’m in…. Today, I ask myself – did I really win? Can I give the winning spot back and ask for a consolation prize…oh, like maybe a black eye and a missing tooth?
I haven’t done any running at all this year, which is adding to the anxiety, so when I was home dying Thursday and Friday I decided to take other preparations to help with my upcoming journey thru hell. I went to EBay for the first time ever…first stop was to get an iPod. I was bidding on two purple ones, they each came with instructions and all the accessories. I would bid, then I’d lose, I’d bid, then I’d lose…the same person (sk***) kept outbidding me by $1.00. Why wouldn’t he stop-just let me have the damn thing-was he playing with me? Exhausted and tired of all of the You’re A Loser Emails from EBay (which they already go thru the trouble of alerting you with a flashing red sign after its over so I’m not sure why they want to follow thru with another loser message).
Anyway, I went back in on Friday….this time prepared. I had a large coffee, some food, relaxing music in the background, and I was prepared to give sk*** and all his iPod stealing buddies a spanking. Friday is the day I became an EBAY Rock star and then due to unforeseen circumstances I had to demote myself to an EBAY violinist. There it was a little red iPod…looked a chipped and didn’t have accessories but who cares. Starts at 57, me 58, 59, me 60, then 61.50…ha, I’m thinking it’s mine..I could do .50 all day long…I’ve got nowhere to go. Coffee is right here, I’ve got my sandwich…bring it. I see it says next bid is 62. I’m there, 62.50, I’m there…strategically I’m watching the remaining time and I’m increasing steadily but not too quickly..I wait until there is 2 seconds left…I’ll show Mr. Mystery Man whose boss…I slap down $66….holding my finger on the submit button..bang, yeah…whose my bitch now… A message on the top flashes You Won! Yes, I won, I won…did a little dance..made a little noise. Within a minute, I get an email saying it was $62 for the red engraved iPod. $62? I went back to the bidding history starting at the $62 mark and noticed that I was the only one bidding on it... I was strategically outbidding myself the whole time…what a jackass. Does that make me my own bitch? Too confusing.
Engraved? oh, yes, it came engraved…inspirational quotes. All I need to do is read it at the 7 mile mark. I’ll muster whatever little strength I have left in my wilting body and chuck that “you can do it, be competitive, enjoy the ride” inspirational iPod at the closest hard service I see. Whose iPod did I get? When do they read it? I don’t know about you but 15 minutes into exercising I’m seeing double..the last thing I want to do is whip out the smallest iPod in the world and try to read a quote from Buddha. Even if I could read, which I can’t, at what point do I say to myself..shit…where can I dig up that extra push..oh, yeah, my iPod. I want desperately to meet the owner.
Well, I won’t bore you with the rest of the purchases but I did obtain a pair of red compression socks, which will be around my ankles mile 2 – too big, a roller so I can stretch…it’s about 5 inches long so I’m not sure what I’m throwing on there to stretch, pinky maybe, and a coffee maker with some open coffee packets.
I am set.... Good luck to all my friends running it. And, remember if you see me crying it's okay - I'm only in pain and want to go home.
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