There are two kinds of crazy.
1) Other people crazy
2) CarbKiller crazy
I think you can guess from where I’m going with this today is going to be about CarbKiller crazy.
Why?
Because a month and a half ago I participated in the Long Beach 1/2 marathon with minimal (read as zero) training. I finished and my poor blistered feet went on a six week strike that ended just in time for Thanksgiving. Stupid feet.
How does one punish one’s own feet? One signs up for another half marathon. This one has a magic word involved. Inaugural.
That means I will be a Trailblazer, a Pathfinder, and possibly an Accord since I’ve run out of allusions to car names with double meanings. That’s okay, I like Hondas.
Anyway, I wanted first timers bling and more then that I wanted a damn medal. I want that medal when I cross the finish line. Not in 6-8 weeks. RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
And then I got a sign.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was a victim of Bargain Voice. You know, BV, that little angel/devil on your shoulder that tells you “so what if you don’t really want to spend money on a race less then 2 weeks before Christmas. You save $5!” Got me.
My name is CarbKiller and I am easily seduced by bargains.
And wait, wha does that say again? Let’s zoom in:
I read that as a legally binding statement and I signed up.
That was a month ago. Now I’m less then 2 weeks away and all I can hope is that my ludicrous anti-blister experimentation (and boy is that expensive) will pay off. Big time. Otherwise I’ll be the fat chick parked on the couch while Christmas action happens all around me. Huh, doesn’t sound too bad either way does it…