It's all uphill from here

I tried to register for the Most Difficult Race in the NorthWest. It's called The Race to Robie Creek, and it's quite a big deal. It sold out in 21 minutes.
No doubt, if I had succeeded in paying these people for two months of anticipation, I would have awoken this morning with buyer's remorse of the worst kind.
It's a 13.1 mile race through the foothills of Boise during the heat of mid-day. It's suicide.
I bought new running shoes as a sort of consolation prize.
Instead of buyer's remorse this morning, I awoke with an appetite. I needed to apply myself to the consumption of calories because my training has depleated me such that Dinner hour finds me ravenous.
I ran five miles yesterday, for which I felt exceedingly proud. The pride lasted about fifteen minutes, which was how long it took me to mix my protien shake and get logged on to the Robie Creek Website. Five miles is woefully inadequate in the face of a half-marathon, uphill.
Clearly, I am not over the fact that I couldn't register.
They have technical issues every year, or so I'm told. Registration opens at precicely noon, and only 2,100 fortunate souls are accepted. The website can't quite handle the onslaught.
I suppose that any half-marathon I run this year will seem easy by comparison. Maybe I'll get in next year.
Maybe not.
Meanwhile, training allows me to eat more, which is a delightful problem to have!