Race that never was

I got up early saturday AM to do a little run/packet pickup combo and when I got there I was told that no, my online signup hadnt gone through. One problem in Mexico is that you dont get email confirmations on most of the events so you have to show up and hope. No problem I thought, I will just sign up now. Guess what, no space. Really? These things NEVER sell out! I was pretty bummed as it was going to be the first race for the season, but I decided I would run over early in the morning and run on the sidewalk for a mile or so of the race before I headed out to finish my long run. BIG MISTAKE. I now know why the race sold out. It was Dia de la Familia and full families were out and about doing the event. And noone was running. There were full Mexican families of 15 walking side by side and taking up the entire street. I first saw the trotters at about mile 2 and realized there was no way that I was going to get any kind of running in, so I didnt even bother. It would have been great if I had the dogs in tow because they would have had a blast cleaning up the food the little kids were dropping. I ended up going the opposite way and got in my longest run since the half marathon of about 10 miles.
This week is back to the P90x and upping the mileage. I should finish the week off with about 50 miles which will be the most so far this year. And now my first race will be in two weeks, before I head back home to Texas to try and get a 5k PR.

Random thoughts I had during my treadhell morning:
I stopped drinking wine for Lent and all of a sudden I get migrains so bad I can barely sleep. Coincidence? I think not. It seems I need wine to get rid of the stress that cause my migrains. I will never give up alcohol again.
I watch way too much reality TV. Last night I was watching 16 and pregnant and realized I have to cut myself off. This may be what I give up for Lent next year. Although if I am on a trainer any TV that can get me through is approved.
Chris just decided to start his own company and I am starting to wonder if it is too soon to think about my own retirement.
5 lbs goes on a HELL of a lot faster than it comes off. And my reality tv watching is not helping my fat ass.
If Lost wasnt in its final season I would not be watching it. Seriously - WTF? There are more theories about what is going on here than there were with the finale of the Sopranos.