Sunday, July 13, 2008

Number 1

I had a lot of time to observe triathlon as a spectator last weekend (dang those 70.3's are long!). One of the things I took a minute to ponder was this:

How does one humbly roll up to packet pick up and get number one? I mean, I know (at least I think) the numbers are randomly assigned for the most part. And those itty-bitty numbers are reserved for the crazy-elite. But still. I think I'd have to request another number. Number one is a lot to live up to. And a little presumptuous, is it not? I wouldn't want that kind of pressure. How about friendly number 937....now there's an expectation I might live up to.


Yes, clearly me and my non-competitive attitude are not going to be mingling in the little numbers anytime soon. So if you'll excuse me, I'm off to gorge on some i'm-home-from-vacation-and-i-can-be-depressed-if-i-want-to ice cream now.

1 comment:

Laura said...

ice cream? Can I have some? just run on over w/ it would you! :)