Please excuse me while I continue to cry into my breakfast smoothie.
This news came through late last night…followed up with bonus news that there also aren’t refunds (things have been bought/contracts made) I’m living the snowpocalypse so I get it, I do, I’m just….sad. So this is my moment to whine and cry (I am actually crying like a little kid over here) and waa-waaah-waaahhhh all I want because I’ve been working so goddammotherfeaKinghard on this goal of mine and I’m allowed to be sad and mad and pissed and cranky and want to throw things (I didn’t. Yet.) It feels like something has been stolen from me and I’m really sad about it. I know me, and I know I will take this, spin it positively, and move on. But that day is not today, because today is for wallowing.
Ever had a race get cancelled on you before?
Nope, definitely a first.