it's official. i just registered for the marathon. i remember this moment last year: the anxiety upon clicking that final button was so palpable i needed a paper bag to breathe into.
and so, i just repeated the whole process again -
and like the wednesday nights when i get a little OCD about checking my alarm
so i don't miss my big dog pickup:
on.off.on.off.4:10.4:10.4:10 was that am or pm? am.am.am.on.on.on --
i did the same with my registration ... ok, all set.
wait -this is the COLUMBUS marathon site, yes? ok yes.
c-o-l-o-m-b-u-s. ok. good. check again. c-o-l-u-m-b-u-s.
and the marathon circle is checked? not the half.
marathon. marathon. m-a-r-a-t-h-o-n.
not the half. marathonmarathonmarathon.
ok! go! click that button!
50 days left. i didn't need a paper bag. not yet anyway.