In retrospect… I may have been jerk. I’ve seen posts on forums and Facebook about people forgetting their shoes when traveling to a race.
‘haha, how stupid’
‘how could anyone forget only the MOST IMPORTANT THING’
Until it happened to me.
I kid you not. I had my shoes packed. PACKED. They were right in my carry on. A last minute weather check revealed chances of thunderstorms. No big deal, right? I’ll just pack my tiny little Salomon rain jacket. This is where it goes all wrong, so pay attention.
I took my shoes out.
Put my rain jacket in and then continued the morning routine.
Did you catch it?
I never put the shoes back! Fuck! So off to Chicago I go. la la la. I was there three days before I realized my mistake. The day before the race I went to put the timing gizmo into the laces… ut oh… what laces.
Me: Hey, can you do me a favor?
Me: Can you see if my shoes are upstairs in the bedroom
Alex: The purple ones, yeah they are here
Me: well shit. I forgot my shoes.
And so… I became one of them. One of the ‘silly’ ‘stupid’ ones.
Luckily I can just go out and buy a new pair no problem and go.
Thank you to Geneva Running Outfitters for getting me set up with a new pair of shoes the night before the race.