I've been trying to register for the Washington, DC edition (it's actually about 45 minutes west of the city, but close enough, I guess) of the North Face Endurance Challenge trail race since Saturday. I checked the site that morning to make sure that registration was open, called a friend to make sure she was in for the race, went back to register and apparently the North Face hates me becaues the site has been down ever since.
I miss paper race registrations. I sort of hate technology sometimes. Unlike Kip.
Here's something else that I hate: Trying to buy trail running shoes. Seriously, all I want out of life right now is new trail runners. I've called six (6) locan running stores -- none have the ones I want in my size. I sort of gave up on the ones I wanted and headed tonight to REI thinking that I could at least utalize Bill's employee discount. Except this season someone made the brilliant decision to carry a total of four women's trail running shoes. Mostly Gore-Tex, which I didn't want, and mostly a brand that I have an awkward past with -- they've added a nice collection of blister scars to my already nasty feet. The one remaining pair was apparently designed to be worn by someone with feet the width of a pencil.
So instead of running shoes I stocked up on enough Gus and Lunabars to carry me through the 2012 season and a fleece. Because my secret goal in life is to own 5,678 fleeces. Fleeci. Fleece?
My rant is now over.
That is all.