Sometime near the end of my training for the Myrtle Beach Marathon, Bryan requested that I not run another for awhile. I told him no problem. Training is long and tiring, and the 3 years between my 2nd and 3rd seemed adequate enough to me.
A few weeks ago I had a text conversation with a friend I don’t speak to very often. We were really close friends from elementary school until I moved to SC in 2004. Since my parents (and my ex’s) both still lived in Ohio we got to see each other at least twice a year when we’d make the trip up to visit. My last trip to Ohio was over 2 years ago when I was 18 weeks pregnant with the twins, and I haven’t seen her since then. She is a big (and very talented) runner and during our text conversation mentioned she had planned to sign up for the Disney Marathon.
I forgot about it after that.
Tuesday I had a cancelation at work and was browsing Instagram. I came across a picture that someone had posted, waiting for registration for the Disney Marathon Weekend to open. Registration started at noon. I had a kid scheduled at noon. At 11:55, he canceled.
Suddenly, my fingers, with apparent minds of their own, were clicking the “register” button, waiting in line for my turn, filling in my personal and credit card information. They were texting my friend to make sure she was in fact registering. It isn’t until January so I won’t start training until September/October, but the deed has been done and plans are in the works.
Somehow, magically, I have signed up for Marathon #4 in Disney!
What was I thinking?