A little background: a day or two ago, Matt was complaining about waking up early on a Sunday and how he had work to get done and can't your dad go to the race with you so I can have some quiet time to work. Well, I did not take those comments well at all, this race was really important to me and it was also Nolan's first ever fun run, I wanted him to be there and I thought he would want to be there. Suffice to say things were a little strained between us because of this.
So he wakes up and I am already sensing attitude about having to get up, I have to ask him to get Nolan's shoes tied please so we can get out of here on time. I unplug my iPod shuffle that has been charging overnight, I purchased a few new songs and made a play list the night before and I could not wait to listen to it while running. If you ask me what is the WORST possible thing that could happen on race day I would say forgetting my iPod, seriously this is the kind of thing nightmares are made of. So there is no way I was forgetting it, it is the one thing I make sure to have.
|Dressed and ready to race, at this point I had no idea what|
lay in store during the next hour.
It is around 8:10, we are still 5 min. away and the race starts at 8:30; I suddenly realize I have NO IDEA where my iPod shuffle is. I had it on my lap, but then I got out of the car to get the camera and in my frenzied state I don't remember if I brought the iPod into the house with me. I look all around my seat, under my seat, in my back pack and determine that it is definitely not in the car anymore. I am completely freaking out, I don't think I can race without my music. Matt asks me if I want to go back, but we don't have time. Also he is still not being nice in the least, does not help me look for the iPod at all and is stressing me out even more.
We reach the race area, a volunteer directs us on where to park and I realize in horror that I am still a good ways away from the registration area and it is 8:20. I get out of the car while they go park, I'm almost in tears and I don't even know if I'm going to make it on time. I run down to the registration area, a few tears rolling down my cheeks, I am a crying football player (so much for my tough stance).
I get there, fill out a form, and get in line behind five people, it is now 8:25. Finally I make it to the registration desk, get registered and pin my number on. At this point I start to relax, it is 8:28 and I need to get to the start line, but I notice that there are a good number of runners around me still and they are all making their way to the line in no big rush. I walk down to the line with the pack, find a good position for myself and find out the race is not going off till 8:40. Score! I have approx. 8 minutes to calm down, get my wits about me and prepare to rock this race!
to be continued. . .