Overseas exchange, final nail in the coffin

At early packet pick up one of my friends from the running club whom is actually working in Washington DC showed me this shirt.  She was given the shirt as a joke since she is a republican/conservative whom is not an Obama fan.  She knew I more or less liked Barrack so she offered it to me.  Even though it was a men’s small and wouldn’t fit I took the shirt gladly.

I almost immediately had plans for it.  Fi, a woman in the UK that is one of the few but growing number of women in the bar community, had sent me a t-shirt a few month’s back.  I knew that she was an Obama fan and would probably appreciate getting the shirt.

I checked with her and she was all on board with the idea.  The shirt will certainly have an interesting journey, going from Washington DC, to Naples, to England.  I look forward to seeing a pic of Fi wearing it. 🙂

I am finally having the race correction requests die down.  I heard an update regarding the problem.  Supposedly some of the bibs might have had an issue keeping moisture out of the electronics.  This would explain why the chips worked early in the race but failed at the end when runners (and the bibs) are soaked from head to toe.  They actually have already started selling a revised version of the bib tag with a different style of casing for the rfid hardware, not that it does us much good at this point.  I am hoping they agree to exchange the 500 unused bibs we have for the newer style.

So just in case I had any delusions that I was not an old man, last night it was stamped in stone.  Of course I already have had many old man things popping up the last few years like eye brows/nose hair that require normal maintenance, hairs sprouting out of unusual places like my ears/shoulders and even the middle of my forehead.

I also have a sprinkling of gray hair on top of my head and a bunch more on my chin if I forget to shave for a few days.  However that for whatever reason didn’t bother me as much as what I discovered last, night, gray hairs below the belt line.

I did a double take when I spotted them, changing my positioning, hoping it was just the angle of the overhead light that was casting an optical illusion. Nope no matter which way I turned, a handful of gray hairs were staring at me.  Sigh….