Yeah so, it only took two months, but I finally got my third place age group award from the Polar Bear 5 Miler.
I know what you’re thinking.
Back in February, after checking and rechecking the race results online and confirming that there were in fact age group awards, I sent an email to the race organizers asking if those awards would be mailed, or if I’d screwed myself by not being present to accept my prize. I waited a week with no reply and sent another email. I know. But I really needed that prize, you guys. You’ve seen my blog lately, I’ve got nothing.
Someone finally took pity on me and replied that my gift certificate was in the mail. Then I waited another month.
I wondered to what lengths I would have to go to get what was rightfully mine.
Luckily, just as I was loading my stunbolt gun into the trunk of my Honda, my husband pulled this out of the mailbox:
Sweet validation. Also, I’m an asshole. The competent folks at KLA went to the trouble of putting together a nice little fun run in the dead of winter in Indiana, and what do I do? I complain about the timing mats. Then, despite starting slow and running sloppy, I somehow manage to hustle an AG award (yeah yeah, in a field of 500 runners, shut up) and then I pester the organizers about when the hell they’re going to mail me my award. Theeeeen, instead of USING the gift certificate, I frame it and hang it on my also-ran shrine to myself.
This is the best I can do.
Do you have a running shrine to yourself? What would you do for 12 bucks? DO U LIEK STUNBOLT GUNS?