Ever since the Columbus Marathon, I have focused on this weekend. The thought of coming to Houston was filled with excitement and anticipation. This is the weekend I will become a cetified distance running coach through the Road Runner's Club of America. I actually registered before the marathon, knowing that this is something I would love to do. Maggie and her family live in Houston so I'd get to also visit with her. The course is 16 hours... 8 hours a day for two days.
I was very prepared and organized for my trip. I flew in yesterday morning, spent the day with my sister and 2 very excited nieces and nephew I finally decided to look up the address for where I'd be driving in the morning. My brother in law, Geoff, mapquested it for me... looked easy enough, 23 miles away. I went to the RRCA site and went to the course overview section. As I scanned down the page (mind you, it is 8 pm), my eyes fixed on the course days: Friday, January 28th 7-4 and Saturday, January 29th 7-4. I looked again but the dates didn't change. It was Friday evening, January 28th. I had missed the first day.
So here I am. I have missed 8 hours of this expensive certification course. The requirements clearly state I must be present for the entire 16 hour to obtain certification and there are no refunds within 7 days. Obviously, I did not sleep last night. I can't tell you how many times I've gone to the site, replied to e-mails from the course director. I wrote the brief bio they'd requested and submitted it. And never once, did I think the days were anything but Saturday and Sunday. It did strike me as odd that they were holding class on the same day as the Houston Marathon (tomorrow), but I didn't really give it much thought.
The test is a 100 question on-line test that I will have 30 days to complete. I will have all the materials from yesterday's seminars, but I will have missed the part I was so looking forward to. I don't even know if I will be allowed to join in today since I missed yesterday. I am about to find out.
So where is my head. Well, no doubt, this sucks. But I am going to put this out there BEFORE I go. BEFORE I know what the director will say and BEFORE I find out if I'm able to take today's seminars... I am ok. I have a very overwhelming sense of "this completely stinks, but it's going to be fine, whatever the outcome." It's a disappointment, not a tragedy. Life is so much easier when you can distinguish between the two.
Having great friends who provide humor in a suckish situation helps too. Thank you, Sarah, for reminding me to wear a hat today so they can't see that I am a blonde!
And Jen, looks like I can help you get at least halfway to Boston.
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