Oh, Whoa is Me

So I'm feeling sorry for myself tonight....

I have my first "real" race this coming Saturday morning. Sure I've done a couple races, but I've never ran one for "real" time. So, this will be my first official race.

I picked up my number and shirt this evening. I'm so geeked about it!!!! I'm number 601...which really could be lucky number "7" because 6 + 0 + 1 = 7. I know, I know, not only am I geeked...I am a geek! LOL!!!

But...as of now, I'm going all by myself. :(

I don't want to go by myself. I want someone there jumping up and down and cheering me on as I run past the finish line...

I don't think I should have to ask anyone to come...but no one is offering to come cheer me on. I want someone to be there to share my excitement. And this is really bumming me out. I know everyone thinks I'm very independent, but come on people!

I was thinking I would ask Paul to come with me tonight...but he had some stuff come up with his daughter's softball team and I didn't want to bring it up because bascially it's a cluster f..k situation and I didn't want to seem selfish. And I know he has his kids Friday night and the race is at 9 a.m. Saturday morning...excuses, excuses, excuses not to ask...

But I do want to be selfish!!!!!! I want to scream...why isn't anyone offering to come to my race?!?!

I don't want to be there alone...

What fun is celebrating at the finish line all alone? :(

Guess I'm gonna have to suck it up and ask someone to come with me...

So...oh, whoa is me...I feel sorry for myself.