Monday, July 30, 2007

Insult to Injury

To underscore the little self-pity party I was having earlier, tonight I got an email from the race with my bib number.

Ahhh... 1407. It just wasn't meant to be.

(Thanks to everybody for the kind words and support. I'm feeling much better now and was able to laugh about getting the bib number.)

2 comments:

LBTEPA said...

The trouble with taking one path, even a path you're really happy about, is that other directions are then closed to you. It's hard, especially when you get reminders like that. But you'll run 10 miles one day soon - and your little one will be so proud of Mummy!
Glad you could laugh about it!
Make sure your running pram has very good brakes and maybe a wrist safety-strap

jbmmommy said...

Glad you can see the humor in the situation. You will kick-ass on that 10 miler when the time is right. It's all worth it.