About a year ago, it was sign up day for Melissa's, a popular race in the mountains of Banff. I signed up for it almost immediately, and then posted on facebook, tagging a bunch of people, telling them they needed to sign up too.
One of the people I tagged was Leana, who would be doing Ironman Canada less then a month before Melissa's. When she initially indicated reluctance, you might think I would leave it at that. She did have a pretty good excuse.
Instead, I posted the following:
"Wasn't sure about tagging you, given IMC. But seriously, it's "just" an ironman, you can't do a little 10K?
You might think that could be offensive, but after a little more back and forth, she posted that she was registered - exactly 15 minutes after her first comment when she said she'd sit it out.
Fast forward to this year. Yesterday was registration, and when a friend posted that she was registered, I wasn't sure. I kind of debated it all day. Maybe I wouldn't register. It is a super busy race.
Then I arrived at spin class. And Leana asked me if I was registered for Melissa's. I did some of my waffling. Then I decided I should. Or at least, if there was still space when I got home I would. Probably. Maybe.
After class, a bunch of us went out for tacos, and Leana quietly looked it up on her phone to see that the race was 90% sold out. Now, I don't have a smart phone (yes, I know, it's shocking), but within minutes, I was making use of Leana's and registering for the race.
Sometimes you need somebody to twist your arm. Your rubber arm.