You may remember that I actually won a 5K a few weeks ago.
Give me a moment to think about that feeling again.
Right. That's what it feels like. Okay.
The race (the PAAWR to Empower 5K) started 40 minutes late, so after it was over I stuck around for a while, ate a really tasty black bean tamale and a not-so-tasty fish taco, chatted with some other runners, watched people play soccer... and then realized that even though there was an awards ceremony scheduled for noon, the odds that it would actually take place anywhere near that time were pretty low. Also I didn't know if there was any kind of medal or prize for first place anyway. So despite the fact that I have stuck around for way too many awards ceremonies that had nothing to do with me, I left the only race I will ever win without attending the awards ceremony where the crowning achievement of my running career would have been honored. (Maybe)
And that's the last time I thought about it. Not about winning the race. I've thought about that plenty. But about the award part.
Then yesterday afternoon I got a voice mail from the race director. He was reaching out because they had a prize pack for me. I got in touch with him and we tried to work out when I could get to their offices to pick up the prize. To make things easier, he offered to just deliver it to my office today at lunch. Pretty convenient, right?
He said he'd meet me between noon and one.
At one he texted me that he was getting a late start and would meet me at two.
At 2:10 he texted me that was 10 minutes away.
And at 2:20 he showed up.
I should was prepared for this, though.I already knew that this guy was the director of a race that started 40 minutes late.
I met him in the parking lot and he was looking around when I walked up. He asked me confusedly, "Are you Zach?" When I told him I was he said, "Huh... For some reason I thought you were bigger." Thanks.
We talked about last month's race, about his future plans for the race (expanding the course within Warren Park, trying to get more people from the running community involved) and just about running in general. Then he opened up his trunk and gave me my winner's prize basket.
And like the race, the prize basket was a pleasant surprise. It was a pretty big box of vitamins, MusclePharm supplements, a four-pack of Muscle Milk, a PAAWR to Empower shirt, a MusclePharm shirt, a water bottle and a $15 Road ID gift certificate.
I don't really ever use supplements and there are a few too many digestive vitamins in there. But still. I wanted one of the PAAWR to Empower shirts when I ran the race (you had to raise $100 to get one) and Muscle Milk is always good.
Also, and most importantly: I got a prize basket!
So, as I'm walking up the stairs and back to my office with this giant box of supplements that you see on the right, I walk past a professor. One that I'm familiar with but that I've only worked with a few times. She recognizes me, smiles me, says hi, and then does a very appropriate double-take. "Did you just buy all that?"
I tried to explain myself really briefly, but I think it just made things more confusing: "Oh, I just got all this stuff because I won a 5K a few weeks ago."
She just nodded politely at me as if winning a 5K weeks ago explained why I now had a giant box with me in the middle of the afternoon.
End of story.
Also, if I decide to start pumping iron any time soon, I've got plenty of stuff to get me pumped up.
Give me a moment to think about that feeling again.
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| That lady in the tent looks so serious because she's guarding my gear check bag. |
Right. That's what it feels like. Okay.
The race (the PAAWR to Empower 5K) started 40 minutes late, so after it was over I stuck around for a while, ate a really tasty black bean tamale and a not-so-tasty fish taco, chatted with some other runners, watched people play soccer... and then realized that even though there was an awards ceremony scheduled for noon, the odds that it would actually take place anywhere near that time were pretty low. Also I didn't know if there was any kind of medal or prize for first place anyway. So despite the fact that I have stuck around for way too many awards ceremonies that had nothing to do with me, I left the only race I will ever win without attending the awards ceremony where the crowning achievement of my running career would have been honored. (Maybe)
And that's the last time I thought about it. Not about winning the race. I've thought about that plenty. But about the award part.
Then yesterday afternoon I got a voice mail from the race director. He was reaching out because they had a prize pack for me. I got in touch with him and we tried to work out when I could get to their offices to pick up the prize. To make things easier, he offered to just deliver it to my office today at lunch. Pretty convenient, right?
He said he'd meet me between noon and one.
At one he texted me that he was getting a late start and would meet me at two.
At 2:10 he texted me that was 10 minutes away.
And at 2:20 he showed up.
I should was prepared for this, though.I already knew that this guy was the director of a race that started 40 minutes late.
I met him in the parking lot and he was looking around when I walked up. He asked me confusedly, "Are you Zach?" When I told him I was he said, "Huh... For some reason I thought you were bigger." Thanks.
We talked about last month's race, about his future plans for the race (expanding the course within Warren Park, trying to get more people from the running community involved) and just about running in general. Then he opened up his trunk and gave me my winner's prize basket.
I don't really ever use supplements and there are a few too many digestive vitamins in there. But still. I wanted one of the PAAWR to Empower shirts when I ran the race (you had to raise $100 to get one) and Muscle Milk is always good.
Also, and most importantly: I got a prize basket!
So, as I'm walking up the stairs and back to my office with this giant box of supplements that you see on the right, I walk past a professor. One that I'm familiar with but that I've only worked with a few times. She recognizes me, smiles me, says hi, and then does a very appropriate double-take. "Did you just buy all that?"
I tried to explain myself really briefly, but I think it just made things more confusing: "Oh, I just got all this stuff because I won a 5K a few weeks ago."
She just nodded politely at me as if winning a 5K weeks ago explained why I now had a giant box with me in the middle of the afternoon.
End of story.
Also, if I decide to start pumping iron any time soon, I've got plenty of stuff to get me pumped up.
I'm often curious as to some of the supplements runners take, I feel like I'm missing out or something. I see plenty of them at work, but I also work with gym rats, cross fit junkies, and so on who live on these things. Runner? Maybe take a carb supplement or some jazz?
ReplyDeleteNice job though with the race swag! the Road ID thing is probably the best thing in the pack i would say!
I can't quite tell which MusclePharm stuff you got, nor do I know the exact name of the one I tried over the weekend, but I can say that the bright pink drink, supposedly full of amino acids, was quite tasty. I'm not one for supplements either but the amino acid one even seemed to get the nod from my dr. husband who's pretty skeptical about any random health thing I'll talk about (the latest: cleanses).
ReplyDeleteCongrats again on the race win and the swag--you have to celebrate it!!