On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Melodrama much?

Yesterday was the worst day of my life. Seriously. The worst day.
(Okay, maybe not seriously.)

But let me tell you what happened to me:

  • I woke up and discovered that my AC adapter wasn't working. The Apple genius bar couldn't see me until the afternoon, and I couldn't take the laptop in that afternoon - I had a date to skype with a friend I don't talk to nearly enough who lives far, far away. (Thus the need for a fully charged laptop.)
    I blame this jackass. Don't even tell me she's
    cute. She chews through electrical cables
    like they're twizzlers. If you like twizzlers.
  • This became a whole lot less relevant when I discovered that my internet was out. Well, partially out. It's really, really, really slow and inconsistent. I can steal a neighbor's open wifi network, but it's not very good. (I need to figure out which neighbor it is and ask them to upgrade to a better ISP. I've had this problem before.) So for the next three hours, I am sitting in my apartment waiting for my cable provider to show up and try to convince me that my internet is actually fine.
    I found this on the internet. It's relevant.
  • THEN, I discovered that when I signed up for my guaranteed entry into the NYCM a few days ago? Somehow I inadvertently entered the lottery by accident. No. No. No. But yes. Needless to say, an email is in to the marathon people.
I am an idiot. Just not sure how. Please fix this, NYRR?
  • And then, the coup de grĂ¢ce: I got rejected from the Mt. Washington Lottery!
I am unlucky. No - I am cursed.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, if you're into that sort of thing. Today can only be better.


  1. A wonky wall wart? That's fixable. Flaky Internet connection? A temporary inconvenience. You screwed up an entry form? It happens to me all the time. You got rejected by the Mt. Washington Road Race lottery? Now _that_ qualifies as the worst day of your life.

    I feel your pain.

  2. Yikes. For some reason I thought your guaranteed entry was for last year's marathon. I obviously don't pay much attention.

    Hope it gets sorted, bc this sucks!

  3. Brian, I completely agree!!!

    And Carla, I've emailed them. And then I'll start calling them. I have no idea how this happened.

  4. Try the RWOL forums. I'm sure you'll get pages of advice and a few unsolicited rants, pure entertainment right there. Ooooohhh... even better .... try the Facebook page! Seriously, though, I hope they've soothed you by now. That's nonsense.

  5. I have an easy solution:

    Set everyone on fire.