Tuesday, May 22, 2012

A Destination Race Oversight

This past weekend I traveled to Green Bay WI to run the Cellcom Green Bay half marathon.  In case you haven't heard, the race was called off early because of the heat.  While I finished before the cut off (race report to come soon), you may all understand that I have a bit of a "sweating problem" (read that in the Chris Farley air quote manner, plz).  Well that "sweating problem" is exasperated by the extreme heat and humidity.

Being the smart packer I am, I retired my used running gear to my gear check bag post-race so my none running clothes wouldn't get sweaty/stinky because of close approximation.  To say they were drenched would be an understatement.  However, being the un-smart (or just overly tired traveler by the time I got home) I forgot to REMOVE THE CLOTHES FROM SAID BAG.  Those suckers have been left to marinate in there for approximately 56 hours.... and marinate they did.  I just started unpacking my suitcase and almost died.

And thus ends story time with Jerbear.

(trust me, you don't want anymore of a close up than this. also, I changed in to this shirt, and still sweated through it because I was that hot..... be jealous...)


Badgergirl said...

Ha! I had that same problem when I went to Ohio a couple weeks ago. Races were Saturday, shoved them in a plastic bag only to forget about them until I unpacked Monday night. Stinky.

Next year we meet up for sure!

Redhead Running said...

I may or may not have just thrown up a little in my mouth.

Anonymous said...

Haha, perfect breakfast read, right here! ;)

Anonymous said...

After the Toronto marathon I left my clothes in a bag for a WEEK. It was 80 degrees that day. Yeah.


Dom and Trey said...

Ha! I can relate. After I ran DWRM I took my shirt off and put it in a plastic bag. 2 weeks later I took it out of the bag and I found mold growing on it. I didn't even think that was possible, but I guess all that moisture...Oh, and the smell was horrific.


Greg said...

I did the same with my shoes when I raced in Miami and went on to Key West for a few days following the race. I air out my clothes in Miami but forgot my shoes in a bag . . . let's just say that they never touch my feet again. In fact, my wife wouldn't even let them inside our apartment.