Conversation between me and Hubz:
Hubz: Have you signed up for Desert Solstice yet?
Hubz: Why not?
Me: Because I’m not sure if I’m trained up enough.
Hubz: You say that before every race.
Me: Well, this time I mean it.
Hubz: You say that before every race, too.
Me: Well, this time I double mean it.
Hubz: Okay, this is ridiculous.
Me: Stop pushing me! I’m already feeling stressed about it.
Hubz: I’m not pushing you, but we need to make reservations if you are planning to go. I don’t want this to cost a fortune.
Me: So, you’re saying that saving $50 is worth making me an insane person?
Hubz: There’s no good way to answer that, is there?
Me: When will you learn that these conversations are never worth the $50 you might save? In fact, I’m actually saving you money by waiting.
Hubz: Hmmm…how? The entry fee will be double. The plane fare will be double. And the hotel will probably be double.
Me: Because, tricking myself into believing I’m not running until the very last minute keeps me from freaking out and ending up in crazy town. Trust me, crazy town is expensive.
Hubz: You are hearing yourself, right?
Me: I know what I’m talking about.
Hubz: I would just think after all the years of doing this you would have learned some things.
Me: I have!
Hubz: Like what?
Me: I’ve learned how to pee standing up without wetting myself and that Chocolate Outrage GU tastes the best going down but the worst coming back up.
Hubz: Sounds like our money has been well spent, then.
P.S. I signed up for the race because I knew it would be more expensive if Hubz had a stroke over it.