Apparently I’m running in a marathon. Last week I got three emails thanking me for registering, giving me the details, and notifying me that I’ve been charged $44.00. Okay, maybe this is a 10K, not an actual marathon, but I have as much chance of running in one as in the other.
Obviously the other Joni Hilton, who actually signed up, gave them the wrong email address (mine), but thankfully her credit card does not match mine. I spent at least an hour trying to find a phone number or even an email address on their website, and finally resorted to telling them about the problem in a trouble-shooting comment line. After all, I do not want my poor double to wonder if they got her payment. (And if she wins, I'm framing the headline.)
One of our sons is married to a girl whose parents actually do run in marathons, including the Boston Marathon. They are major, serious runners. I, on the other hand, have toyed with the idea of wearing a T-shirt that says, “I RAN A MARATHON” and then below that, in tiny letters: “sign-up booth.”
I could sit in a chair, take their money, and hand them a T-shirt all day long. And, if someone would bring in lunch, I could sit there from sun-up to sun-down. I’d even throw in water bottles.
I do like the idea of raising money for good causes, which many of these races do. But until they have a 1/32 K, which would be about 100 feet long, I shall work on increasing my typing speed. And why aren’t there races for that?
Race to my website here, and see how fast you can buy my books. Maybe you’ll set a world record!