It turns out that the AGREEMENT that I was asked to sign in order to participate in the Bolder Boulder was not for the likes of me, only for participants pushing someone else.
This has become clear after a day-long communications comedy that included the following:
- Someone from the Bolder Boulder called my husband to tell him that his registration wouldn’t be complete until he signed the AGREEMENT
- I called the above someone, who told me that yes, all the pro wheelchair racers signed the AGREEMENT, too, and that my husband would have to sign it – she changed her mind about this after I told her that my husband a) doesn’t use a wheelchair and b) wasn’t going to push me
- The same someone called me back five minutes later to tell me that, no, it was all a mistake, and that the AGREEMENT was being revised, but anyway, it wasn’t for independent wheelchair users, and they were sorry, and if I really insisted on talking to someone, the Assistant Race Director would call me (there seemed to be a general consensus that now that I was off the hook, I shouldn’t be so interested in what they were asking the pushers to sign)
- I went to the Bolder Boulder storefront to pick up a copy of the revised AGREEMENT so that the ARD and I would be talking about the same thing – there was no revised AGREEMENT, but now there was a green index card that said “This participant has permission to participate in the 31st BolderBOULDER” and a space for my name and bib number and the same damn AGREEMENT printed on the back, and when I asked why my official bib with my official number and my official timing chip tied to my shoe wasn’t sufficient evidence that I had permission to participate, I was told that I should hang on to the green card “just in case.” “Just in case your overzealous race volunteers try to chuck me out of the race?” Well, yes.
- So I talked to the ARD, who sighed when I told him I’d been given the green card (also only for pushers), and took notes when I suggested that paragraphs 3 and 4 maybe didn’t say exactly what the race officials intended (which is “Just because we’re letting someone push someone else in a wheelchair doesn’t mean that Mom and Dad can push their tot in a stroller”), and also to my suggestion that the storefront people get a little more remedial training.
So that was fun, but now (I think) it’s over. Unless someone tries to kick me out of the race.