So, I didn't get into the London Marathon. Given how shit my (lack of) running has been lately, and some possible plans for next spring, I didn't think I would care. I'd decided that if I got in, I'd run it, but if I didn't I wasn't going to go for a charity place. And I'm sticking with that plan. But.
When I got home tonight and saw the package in front of the door, I felt sad. I entered the ballot and said that if I didn't get in I'd donate my entry fee to the official charity, and in return I was promised a fleece if I didn't get in. So seeing the package there meant I hadn't gotten in. And I was unexpectedly sad.
So, now I've got to decide what to do next...because I'm feeling ready to start running again, maybe.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
Unexpectedly disappointed
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I think it's a girl thing, we want what we can't have. I didn't want to do it until I got the rejection mag.
I felt the same, it's a bittersweet rejection.
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