Along with thousands of others, I was rewarded on Monday.
Ahhh… the glorious Peachtree packet peeking out of my mailbox! As predicted, I was happily greeted with my Group A number after submitting a qualifying time from a 2009 10k.
Excited, I called my boyfriend to discuss his number. Though a native Atlantan as well, the 2010 event will be his first time running the AJC Peachtree Road Race. I’ve been prepping him since last summer, so the self-proclaimed non-runner could work on getting himself a qualifying time to run with me.
After lots of blood and sweat (his) and tears (mine), the guy who’d never run more than 3 miles prior to summer 2009 pulled off an amazing first half marathon time of 1.59:00 at the Atlanta Thanksgiving Half last November. According to the ATC PRR time standards, this time would qualify him for Time Group B in the Peachtree. Good news for me – we get to run together, and good news for him – I won’t make him train his tail off to run a qualifying 10k. So we sat back and waited patiently – assuming the registration process would reward us with A and B start waves respectively. Slumming it one time group down from my own is a sacrifice any self-respecting girlfriend would make for their love, right?
Then… it happened. Or didn’t happen. G. His number is in… do I need to get my eyes checked? Time Group… G? It rhymes with B… but it’s shaped… differently. Geeee??? We’ve become star-crossed lovers separated by the universe of FIVE WHOLE GROUPS. I know… Shakespeare just rolled over in his grave.
Surely the right thing to do would be for me to sacrifice my wide open Group A spaces, my early cool weather 7:30 am start time, and the lush green empty finish area of Piedmont Park before 8:30am. I could place myself not one… but six whole time groups back from my earned spot in order to give my boyfriend a congratulatory finish kiss… and kiss a decent time goodbye. But… but… cue 5 yr old temper… I don’t wanna!
[I apologize for my ego... it took over the keyboard this morning and I'm having a hard time controlling it.]
Talk about your moral dilemma. The kicker is… according to the posted standards, he earned a Group B number. So according to some random times listed in some random place, I would be able to hide my narcissistic, front of the pack, cool weather loving ego. Rather, I’m faced with a herculean decision: Run for myself who diligently trained all spring for Peachtree, or run for the guy who dutifully tagged along to support my last two marathon PR efforts? Wars are being fought in the Middle East, oil is ruining the Gulf of Mexico, and children are starving all over the world… but yes… this is the problem I’m hung up on.
What’s a girl to do? I’m not sure if all’s fair in true love, 90 degree weather and Peachtree start wave assignments…