Today was the New York City Marathon Lottery. So, I logged in at 12:00pm during my lunch break at work to watch the coverage on the NYCRR site. The coverage was pretty bad, but at least I got to see Meb and Al Roker. They were calling people out of the crowd there to win prizes, and it was kind of silly. Then, they blew a big horn (after a plug for UPS) and names started scrolling across the screen in New York, and on the screen where the video was playing.
Immediately, checking the Facebook site for the Marathon, people started complaining. I mean, are we supposed to sit through 30,000 names scrolling down the screen? I used my web programmer savvy to view the page source and find the URL for the feed that was feeding the scrolling names (don't worry if you don't know what that means), but they were putting the feed out there in chunks. Soon, it was 1:00pm and I still didn't know if I'd gotten in.
I left my desk and went to help a new employee, and when I returned, the scrolling list had magically converted to a search box. And... My name came up. I managed to get in through the 10% chance of getting in, and I did so on my FIRST TRY. YIKES. I proceeded to search FIVE times, and then I searched for every other person I could think of who entered the lottery. NONE of their names appeared. Just mine.
This morning, I'd been drafting a blog post in my head about Columbus and Wineglass, and my decisions on which one I'd pick after I'd found out my results for the lottery... I guess that post is of no use now.
If you remember, I had started to become less than excited about this race. I'm sure I will get more excited. I'm kind of shell shocked on the subject, because I really, truly did not expect to get in. Meanwhile, my brain for the last few hours has been like this:
So... YAY! I am excited. I am excited. It will be fine. I'm just stressing over losing my non-committal bliss.
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