What the shit.

Cor that was a hilly one. 

So Michael just got an email confirm for the BMO Marathon.  The funny thing is, neither he nor I can remember him signing up for it, and we're not even sure we'll be around then.
Like, what the hell? 
At first he thought I registered him as a gift (cause nothing says "present" like a 26.2 mile run all through Vancouver) and I assured him that I'm not that big an asshole.
Then we thought maybe my mom?  She thought I was insane.
Anyways, Michael's trying to go through his old credit card statements to see if there's any indication there of him signing up for the marathon, but in the interim I guess he'd better get training.
Man, if I get a random email saying I'm signed up for the half or the full it won't be totally surprising because I often do really random things when I'm drunk, however I'll still be pretty angry.
Bitch relax.
UPDATE: we think that he registered almost immediately after running it this May because there was a promo code on his registration, so it was probably pretty cheap to register right away. 
Full disclosure: runners do stupid shit the minute they wrap up a marathon, like me after my first one when I: had to go down stairs either backwards or on my bum for two or three days; swore I would never run one again; found out I qualified for Boston and signed up; found out Michael hadn't qualified for Boston, and so continued to run to continue to be qualified while waiting for Michael to get his BQ.