The adventures (and non-adventures) of a marginally seasoned attorney.


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Oh look, a little old man and some lady with a stroller just passed us

So I ran another 5K today.  And by "ran" I mean "walked briskly," due to the fact that Erin and I decided to stay up late watching trashy reality television last night and got about 5 hours of sleep at best.  And yes, I realize I manage to function at school after getting much less than 5 hours of sleep.  But just because I can technically function on less than 5 hours of sleep doesn't mean that I can realistically do anything more than put on ridiculous amounts of concealer to cover up the circles under my eyes, show up to class, and pray that I don't get called on because I'm a 3L and I don't believe in reading for class.  But that's not the point.  The point is, I walked the entire race.  Which wound up being a good thing, because I'd accidentally left the insoles to my shoes at home. Awkward.

Anyway, this 5K was part of the Route 66 Marathon that's held in Tulsa every year.  And those Route 66 folks know how to put on a show, let me tell ya.  Bands play rockin' music at locations throughout the course.  Police officers direct traffic away from the runners (this is actually a really big deal).  Free beer is at the finish line.  The Route 66 family of races (marathon, half, 5K, 1K) has the potential to be one of the greats.

As we all, know, though, the thing that separates good races from the great races is the quality of the registration goody bag.  So when I picked up my goody bag at the Route 66 expo yesterday, I was giddy like a kid on Christmas morning.  SO EXCITED.  Once I actually looked inside the goody bag, though, I felt kinda like the kid on Christmas morning who asked for a trike and wound up getting underwear. Not that the bag was full of bad stuff.  But whoever was in charge of goody gathering clearly didn't understand her target audience.  I mean, we runners don't really need a flier telling us how employees of the Williams company stay in shape, for example, but that's what we got. And you know, after reading Williams' flier/advertisement, I still have no idea what the company does.  Whatever it is, it apparently doesn't involve successful marketing.

Now to be fair, I get spoiled running races in Northwest Arkansas, so I have high goody bag standards.  I mean you get Tyson to sponsor a race, and you open your goody bag, and it's like "Hey!  A pound of chicken!" Or something like that.  One time I even got a dog leash (not from Tyson, by the way).  Granted, I'd never walk my Yorkie with with a leash that's decorated with bright orange flame looking things.  But it's the thought that counts.

Anyway, in light of this. I would just like to give a very special message to the Route 66 Marathon.  I think you're pretty good, and I really do think you have the potential to be great one of these days.  But first, you need to hand out some free stuff to lure broke students into running the race annually, because your registration fee ain't cheap.  I'd recommend a coupon for Chick-fil-a.  Ice cream is nice, too.


Makinzy said...

Haha. Awesome.
Every year I do something called The Polar Bear Swim. It consists of a bunch of dumbasses (myself included) going swimming in the ocean at noon on New Years Day.
I participate solely because of the swag bag. Otherwise it would just be madness.

Leah said...

Interesting. I also do not believe in reading for class.