Um…happy birthday to me.
I talked my mom into paying for two race registrations for my May birthday gift. She thinks I’m nuts (and I think I’m nuts) but I feel kinda good about it.
My financial adventures started lightly. The numbers weren’t bad and the race price goes up this weekend so I had to lock in the cheapest price. There is something satisfying about knowing I’m legit.
But the pain couldn’t be limited to under $60 of course. I had to go for the whole enchilada. (And let’s be honest the Disney medal is WAY cooler).
But the best part is this confirmation.
Notice it’s asking me if I’d like to recruit a buddy. It’s understandable really, after all lunacy loves company.