I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
My second to last Garmin died a fairly horrible death after years of sweat-soaked service. Both of its wrist straps had broken off and it’d subsequently slipped out of my hands so many times that its screen was cracked and hard to read. I was thankful when it finally refused to charge one day — for it and for me — though [...]Liza
If you leave your phone in your drop bag, and you don’t lock your drop bag (see yesterday’s post), and it rings for more than 20 minutes, Chris will answer it. And then he will have an engaging conversation with whomever is on the other end of the line. He might even figure out what runner, among hundreds, you are and relay a message [...]Liza
This was someone’s drop bag at the aid station. Once we realized it had two key locks, we kept an eye on it waiting expectantly for its runner to return. Our crew had thousands of aid station volunteer hours between us, and none of us had ever seen a locked drop bag. What could possibly be inside??? We had fun speculating. Jewels? [...]Liza
This was pretty much the extent of the first aid kit at the aid station. The other pink pills in the Pink Benadryl bag are Tums. I think. There were also some throat lozenges mixed in the Grab Bag o’ Drugs. Could I make some suggestions since part of my job for the past 15 years has been recommending first aid kits? Yes. Will I? No — [...]Liza
A man stands near an open drop bag at the Damnation Aid Station 59 miles into his 100-mile race. He’s pouring baby powder on each of his shoes. Not in his shoes. On top of them. “So, ah, what are you doing there?” “The baby powder absorbs moisture.” “From the outside?” “I don’t know. I’ve [...]Liza