So, on Thursday when I got home from the airport, this package ball was waiting for me to open. Of course, I immediately dropped everything that I was carrying and tore into it like Perez Hilton tearing into Lidsay Lohan. Fortunately, my wife was at a safe distance so she wasn't injured in the proceedings. Just like you don't get between a dog and it's food - you don't get between me and a package with my name on it. Christmas is a very dangerous time.
When I opened it, I found a checked race bag! I immediately did a mental full body scan to determine if I had just ran a race and forgot about it. I'm usually a bit strange in the head after I finish so I may have just forgot. But, once I realized that I was still in my work clothes and instead of a layer of sweat salt on my face I instead had a layer of airport travel grime (mostly germs) I knew that it must have been my bag check from RnR Mardi Gras!
When I finished the race, I decided that it wasn't worth the 1/2 mile walk to bag check to pick up my throw away hoodie. Luckily the Competitor group had my back. They actually spent $4 to send me back my bag. Awesome. The Competitor group gets a lot of heat for being a for-profit marathon organizing enterprise, but this certainly got them points in my book.
I certainly didn't expect to ever see my back check again and to be honest I was OK with that. However, the fact that someone not only spent the time to figure out what my address was, but also paid the postage to mail it*** really speaks volumes about how they take care of their runners. Now, if I could just figure out how to get them to follow me around when I lose my keys....
**Like me in the shower
***what is a stamp now? $1.50?
I did 5 miles of run/bike with my wife at a 8:01 pace.....and it felt like I hadn't ran in 5 weeks. I really struggled to keep the pace where I wanted it, but I suppose once I get my running legs back under me I'll do just fine. I'm going to sit down this afternoon and try to hammer out a plan to get me from today to RnR San Diego and RnR Seattle. Hooray!