blown out on the trail
I'm finally about to get this stupid marathon done with -- that's been lurking, creeping eversoslowly these last four months, and now BAM!
Well, Monday is gonna be the bam.
Be the BAM.
This morning I packed up half my room into the car, and drove afternoon Cleveland-Rochester. Soon to bed. Tomorrow morning the parents and I hop in the car and off to Boston, and Monday the footrace. Foo-trace.
Lovely weather we should be having. The 81°F high that weather.com was forecasting has dropped to a chilly 76°, though, so that's a good trend. Keep pushin'.
Each runner wears an RFID chip attached to her or his shoe for official timing. This year the Boston Athletic Association is providing racers with the opportunity to send live timing reports to six email addresses or mobile devices -- at 10k, halfway, and 30k, and finish.
I set up a supersecret email address to receive these updates and wired it up to this'a'here site using Sebastian Delmont's MTMail, so those performance updates will appear here as entries when I and my bib #2451 passes through the checkpoints. The race starts at noon Monday. I'd better get my ass across the finish line under 3 hours. I was 3 seconds over last time in Dublin, and I won't let that happen again.
Nice utility, though, that Verizon & the marathon organizers are providing. My parents will receive these text updates to their phones so they have some idea of where along the way I've burned out from exhaustion, or am buried in the hail. Smart mobs, man. Smart mobs.
Still trying to decide whether to follow Duncan's suggestion to bring slips of paper with me during the race to pass out my phone number to goodlooking onlookers (or onlooking goodlookers) around the Wellesley College area.
Look for me afterward. I'll be the guy at Legal Seafood drooling on his lobster and falling asleep in his beer.
comments
poisoned in the bushes?
blown out on the trail?
-- j_gellin (April 17, 2004 10:35 PM)