NYC Marathon: I’m in!

Do I want to be in? To be determined…

I wasn’t going to publicly share this information because I don’t know what I’m going to do. But I’m not good with secrets. And I like to complain. As my father always said, “You’d complain if they hung you a new rope.” Don’t think too hard about that one.

After a couple great weeks of marathon training, my Chicago-runner friend and I decided to enter the NYC Marathon lotto. I was worried that I’d have an upper hand coming from Scotland- but it asks nationality {American} and billing address {Indiana}. So I didn’t think it would really make a difference. They only thing Scottish about my entry was my MAILING address. Well, that makes all the difference because I’m the only person I know who got in. And the NYC marathon charged me the international rate (a VERY steep $347) so clearly they did pay attention to that mailing address. But if my billing address is American, shouldn’t my bill be the American rate? Something for me to debate with them about….

I woke up the morning after their announcement day (since they announced later in the day and with the time change I was in bed) and the first thing I saw was a text from Megan, “I didn’t get in.” The second thing I did was open my email and see this:

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And then I immediately started crying. Not tears of joy, but of fear. My anxiety was already through the roof within 30 seconds of processing that I’d gotten in.

Understand that I am dealing with being injured and worrying enough about the Paris Marathon. And then the fact that I wouldn’t be doing this with my friend. Then the fact it’s another big expense that I wasn’t exactly expecting. Then the fact that I’d have basically a month off before I’d have to start marathon training again. And what if I hate the Paris marathon? It’s all just too much!

I have always wanted to do a marathon and I’m thrilled to be doing my first one before I’m 30. And I have always said that I think I’d like to do maybe 4 or 5 marathons. Paris (obviously), Chicago (obviously), NYC, maybe London and maybe some other awesome one that I haven’t been inspired to do yet.   I have no chance of qualifying for Boston and I only would want to do Boston as a qualifier- not charity (no offense). Paris actually wasn’t on a must-run list but the timing of my life worked out and frankly, if you’re gonna run 26.2 miles- doing it in the most beautiful city in the world should make it a little easier. Why NYC? Because it’s the biggest in the world, it’s one of the hardest to get into, and it’s supposed to be unlike any other. How do I know this? Because every runner who has run loads of marathons says this.

How does NYC Marathon entry work? Everyone pays $11 to enter the lotto. There are some spots to time qualify, and some specific ones if you’re a member of the New York Road Runners club. But mostly- it’s a lotto. When you enter you give them you CC number and if you get it- you automatically are charged for entry. Your decision is made. And being in a foreign land betters your odds. They can say we had X amount of runners from over X countries, you registration costs more for some reason, and they assume you’ll be bringing more money into NYC as a foreign tourist.

After my tears subsided, I explored a little more and found out this. There is no deferring policy. But there is a cancelation policy. I can cancel my spot up until the night before the marathon. I do NOT get refunded my $347 but I do get a guaranteed spot next year (that I will have to pay $347 for…again). Okay- so not the best news- but it’s something. Yes, I’m out $347 no matter what (and if you know me, you know this KILLS me. I lost a CTA card with like $10 on it and tore my house apart for weeks. I hate wasting money) but if I’m burnt out after Paris or start preparing for NYC and trainings not going well and I’m unable to do 2 marathons in one year (the year of my FIRST EVER marathon) I can definitely have a spot it in next year. That put my mind at ease. I don’t have to decide anything now.   I’m just going to stick the NYC Marathon in a little mental box and tuck it under the bed and put a calendar reminder to pull it out at the end of June.

For now, I’m just focusing on Paris. Crushing the Paris Marathon.  You only get the t-shirt at the finish line.  Not at packet pickup the day before.  Oh-no.  You must finish.

You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine.

You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine.

 

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