Remember when HobbitGrrl mentioned there would be a packet pick up date? I was envisioning all kinds of riches. Money, precious jewels, a tshirt that fit. Really any of those things would have been frickin’ awesome. Instead I have a shirt that makes me look like a stuffed sausage.
Cool logo right? And if I suddenly lose 30 pound it’s going to be perfect. I’ve already added it to the stack of shit I can’t wear…yet. *sigh*
I also received this fantastic wooden surfboard. It’s about six inches long.
I still haven’t figured out what the hell it is.
Is it a Christmas ornament? In which case it’s huge and is missing a hangy thingy.
It is the world’s thickest bookmark?
I really couldn’t figure that one out.
Then there was:
Since their internet version was impossible to print on one page this was awesome. I geeked out and took an extra one for a scrapbook if I ever get off my butt and scrapbook something.
I know the shoes are crooked but it looked really dumb when I straigtened the image. The tag came attached to the front of the bib and you removed it and attached it yourself.
Then there was the awesome race bib. I was sure I’d lose it before the end of the day due to my general misfortune with tags, etc. I was wrong the damn things are almost indestructible. But more importantly it came with a handy dandy thing on the back.
It’s quite brilliant really. I walked with a belt pack but so many people run with absolutely nothing but the clothes they wear and an ipod. This way they have emergency info no matter what!
And that is it. Nothing else.
Getting to the registration desk was like walking through the maze that is Ikea. I had to go past tons of stalls selling everything from socks to sports gel. But then hey, what do you expect.
Oh and one really funny thing was they had all the mile marker signs outside the registration tent complex.
People were lining up to take pictures
There was something humbling about seeing all the mile markers lined up like soldiers though.
So that was the intro stuff. I wish I’d taken more pictures!