I knew this weekend would result in a story – I just didn’t know it would be so soon, nor so brief. My flight this morning was cancelled, and United couldn’t re-book me on a flight that got in on time to make the expo to pick up my bib, so after some scrambling trying to figure out another way to get to Little Rock in time and realizing there was no way, I had to pull the plug on the whole weekend before it even started.
So now it’s 4:30 am, and I’m supposed to be on my way to LGA, but instead I’m staring at my packed luggage in frustration and relief – but mostly frustration. Since I had decided to attempt the marathon I was in it whole hog, and was excited to see what 26 miles of wet suffering would teach me about marathoning and this crazy 50 States quest I’m on. I could taste that 2.5 pound medal and all the guilt-free chocolate and Pop Tarts that would follow. Instead I’m up in the relative middle of the night, sitting on my couch, writing a post about how the winter from hell cancelled my chance at misery and glory in Little Rock. Does this mean I have to start training for my next marathon (Flying Pig on May 4th) now? Yes, yes it does. But just not right this second.
What are you doing this weekend? Wanna hang out and complain about the weather? Share in the comments!