It's a day where I will obsessively check my email, NYRR account status and credit card statement dozens of times (I now know my AMEX number by heart) like a crack addict waiting to find out the location of my next hit and then the sinking, sickening feeling of getting no update, no obscene credit card charge to my credit card and the slow realization that this, again, would not be my year. The feeling of despair and (I hate to admit) envy as I saw people celebrating online like this:
"Wow! I'm so lucky!! Got in the lottery for the third time to run NYC!"
"My credit card is charged! I'm in!"
"Who's running NYC with me!?"
And then the final, 'you're not in' nail was in the coffin upon seeing this message on the TCS NYC Marathon Twitter and Facebook page:
Well. There was no charge on my credit card, so no dice. I was crushed. Truly crushed. My fourth year trying to get in and I just knew I was getting in. But I was wrong. I was literally in tears and took to social media for a little consoling from my friends.
But then, somehow, a miracle happened. A big fat, "Miracle on 34th Street" and the rest of the city type miracle because just as I was giving up my dreams this popped up in my email:
Best. Email. Ever.
And then to be sure I rushed to my NYRR account and there was this:
So start spreading the news... I'm running NYC, baby, and I couldn't be happier.