This past Wednesday, New York Road Runners held the drawing for the few remaining spots for this year’s New York City Marathon. I had paid the ($11, nonrefundable!) fee and put myself in the lottery and tried not to get my hopes up. The chances were so miniscule.
I know that I’m quite pessimistic by nature and I’ve recently tried to focus on being more positive. I even kinda made it a resolution for this year. But there’s a difference between resolving to write more or work out more and resolving TO CHANGE AN INHERENT PERSONAL TRAIT. There’s no magic switch to flip. Sure, you can kind of work on sorting through your emotions and evaluating your reactions, but I’m not sure you can alter how you initially, fundamentally react to something. I’m a pessimistic misanthrope and am likely to remain a pessimistic misanthrope, no matter how many roses I force myself to stop and smell.
Anyway, I tried not to get my hopes up for getting a spot in this year’s NYC Marathon, but I did allow myself to fantasize a bit on what it would be like to suddenly get a notification from NYRR. Then, when Wednesday rolled around, my Twitter feed was full of retweets from the Chosen Ones who somehow miraculously got accepted and best wishes from all the goddamn fitness-focused blogs and runners I follow, so I was focusing on it more than I wanted to. And of course nothing happened, and at the very end of the day I got an email confirming that I hadn’t been chosen.
It’s not the end of the world, of course. I’ve already committed to NYRR’s 9+1 program, and I’ve actually already completed the +1 part (volunteering) … now I only have to nine races this calendar year and I’ve earned a guaranteed entry for next year.
This also means that I’m pretty sure the Philadelphia Marathon will be my fall marathon this year. I had a blast running it last year (and got a killer PR), not to mention that there’s no lottery system and the registration fee plus travel and lodging didn’t break the bank. Aaaand it’s two weeks after the Wine & Dine Half this year instead of one week after the race like last year, so I may actually be able to do a proper taper!
Another reason I didn’t get super bummed about not getting into the NYC Marathon was that I was (and am) currently on SPRING BREAAAAAK in Tennessee and I spent the day of the drawing at Graceland and the Memphis Zoo, which were legitimately two of the most amazing places I’ve ever been to. Elvis’ house is CRAZY, and the Memphis Zoo is one of only four zoos in the United States that has giant pandas. I HAD NEVER SEEN A GIANT PANDA IN REAL LIFE BEFORE. They are spectacular. Also, my boyfriend and I paid extra to pet stingrays. Marcus was especially psyched because rays are basically his favorite creatures.
ANYWAY I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M STILL UP. I have a jam-packed day in Nashville tomorrow. Grand Ole Opry, here I come.