It’s a very special day.
For me, it marks the culmination of years of hard work, trials and tribulations, injuries, blood, sweat and tears. It legitimizes all those solitary miles and miles of running, where the one thing that kept me going was a dream. A dream, of one day running with the elites.
I registered for a race that is regarded by many as one of the world’s most prestigious athletic competitions. ME!
I typed in the web address for the registration site, with trepidation in my heart.
Did I make it in time?
Would I be forced to re-load the page over and over again as the precious seconds ticked away? Would a mere matter, like bandwidth, dash my dreams of running with the big dogs?
Somehow, as if by miracle, I was able to immediately log into the site, enter my personal data and pay with my credit card — effortlessly!
It was almost anticlimactic, the way it happened. All those nerves and months of anticipation, and it was over in a heartbeat.
I sat back and tried to savor the moment. It was done. I was in.
The words on the screen confirmed it: Registration successful.
It is a race in which most runners only dream of competing. And I will be one of them.
Indy Run Like Hell 5k. October 29, 2010.
Which race did you think I meant?