Words cannot describe what i'm feeling right now. I was planning to run the Atlanta Marathon today. However, I never made it out of Chicago. A mishap at the airport prevented me from catching my flight and there was no room on any other plane leaving Chicago to Atlanta. Although I arrived in time to make my flight, my suitcase was deemed to large to be considered carry on and an overzealous security guard made me check it. Because I was under the 40 minute window for the suitcase to make it through x-ray and out to the plane, the ticket agent bumped me to standby on the next flight. All I can say is I don't want to hear the words Atlanta, Marathon or American Airlines for a long, long time.
Surprisingly, I'm handling this better than I would expect, which tells me two things: I haven't fully processed yet and I do realize there are much more important things to fret about. The only thing I know how do when something like this happens is to make the best of it, to try and get back some control. If the sword breaks, take it's fragments to a forge. So i signed up for the St Louis marathon on April 15th. I ran it last year and PR'd so hopefully history repeats and the running gods let me run this one. Until then, this is gonna weigh heavy on me so I'd like to apologize in advance for any grumpiness.
If you looked up my time, it wasn't me. One of the guys in our group ran his wife in the last 3 miles and was carrying my chip in his pocket. It never occurred to me, but I could have had him run in at 3:15, though I truly would not want to get into Boston that way.
There is a reason for everything. And if/when it sinks in, you're still the amazing person who set out to run....
Posted by: Miss Tracy | 03/25/2007 at 11:26 PM