Well I was supposed to do the Mother’s Day run this morning but it just didn’t work out. Firstly, I slept in and missed my tram (why the hell do they organise these events for before the trains start running? The only transport option I had was to catch the very first tram at some ungodly hour) so I figured I’d drive instead. I chucked my clothes on then grabbed the race pack out of my bag so I could put my timing chip on my shoe.
Got to the Tan and half the roads were closed for the run so I drove around looking for a park, freaking out because it was getting late. I found some parking but thought it was too far away and i’d not get to the start line on time – big, big mistake! Kept driving and because of the closed roads, ended up on St Kilda Rd and forced into the city. I hadn’t even thought about road closures or where to park cos I’d planned on catching the tram.
Sitting in traffic, I figured I might as well put my race number and be ready. I searched through my bag. No envelope. Yikes! Then I realised, I’d sat it on my bed when I got my chip out… and it was still there.
I figured I could park in Fed Square car park. Now remember, I NEVER drive into the city – why the hell would I do that since it takes 10-20 mins on the train, so I know nothing about parking. It took forever to get into Fed Square then got around to a corner and realised I wasn’t go into the car park but still in a line of about 20 cars trying to get in there… and it was moving very, very slow.
By this stage, I was nearly in tears with frustration. I’d well and truly missed the start of my run but thought maybe I could sneak into the 8 km start, well except I didn’t have my number either. I felt so bad because I’d talked Simon into doing the run and he was there on his own.
I tried to call him but my frigging phone was out of credit.
I figured I should at least park somewhere and take my timing chip back and watch Simon finish but could only find 1 hr meters in the city. Drove around another 300 city blocks and, other than pay $$$ for some car park, couldn’t park anywhere.
I bashed the steering wheel a lot and said some cuss words then decided to screw it and come home. I think I’ll go for a run on my own later.