I hit the NYC Marathon expo on its first day, shortly after it opened. My goals were modest – collect my race bib, load up on race swag and free samples, perhaps browse the wares a little, and document the event for you, my readers . . . all while minimizing time on my feet.
Navigating the expo at the Javits Convention Center is a bit like navigating an Ikea store: there’s a forced march through its various sections, beginning with bib pickup and then proceeding through shirt selection, race bag collection, timing chip quality control, the ASICS merchandise display (ASICS being a major sponsor of the race) and lesser merchandise displays. Bib pickup, the first stop, consisted of multiple rows of booths that corresponded to ascending bib numbers, seemingly reaching into the millions. It shouldn’t have been a hard concept to grasp, but I still managed to walk past my designated booth and wander around bewildered for a bit, before I realized the numbers were going in the wrong direction. (Because I qualified for the “Local Competitive” start by being fast for my age and gender, my bib number is shockingly low. Seeing all those booths at the expo was a salutary reminder to brace myself for being passed by literally thousands of younger and maler runners on Sunday.)
I made sure to position my three-digit bib number so that others could see it (without being too obvious), while holding myself erect and trying not to trip.
Efforts to pass as a hot-shot runner were deflated at shirt pick-up. I got in the “medium” line, but the guy distributing shirts tactfully questioned my choice. “Here, hold it up against yourself,” he suggested. “See if you think it’s the right . . . length.”
His point was well taken. Both the . . . length (and . . . width) were a little skimpy. I asked for a large instead.
(And by the way – what’s with all the people I saw wearing their race shirts at the expo? Don’t they know that’s bad luck?)
Shirt and race goodie bag in hand, I passed through bib check (to make sure the embedded timing chip registered my name, as opposed to some random stranger’s) and into the swirling mass of humanity that was the ASICS store. What looked at first like a chaotic mob was, in fact, American retailing doing our country proud: runners from all around the world had draped multiple articles of ASICS clothing over their arms and were standing on line to have their purchases rung up. And then standing on a separate line to get their personalized pace wristbands.
Not me. I got out of there as quickly as possible, and then speedwalked through the other (mercifully less crowded) displays, looking for free samples. I could have snacked on various energy bars and gummy candies, or done shots of energy gels, but that struck even me – with my love of free stuff – as a Very Bad Idea three days before the marathon. What I really wanted was stuff to take home to put in our stockpile for future hard times (or road trips or long hikes), and that kind of stuff was in short supply. I had to content myself with a single packet of whole grain breakfast biscuits (“golden oat” flavor) that promise to provide “nutritious sustained energy.” I notice that no claims are made for taste.
As far as I’m concerned, the highlight of the expo was the Brooks display. I’m partial to their running shoes – just got the new Adrenaline GTS 15’s in eye-catching fuschia and salmon – but what really won me over were their portable changing rooms, done up as port-a-johns. Nice touch, Brooks. It made me smile . . . plus, changing in a port-a-john is good practice for real race conditions. Seriously.
Back home, I emptied out my race goodie bag and took stock. I hate to say it, but the swag was disappointing:
– A 12-oz “Go! Size” bottle of Poland Spring water. Sure, whatever.
– A fold-out course map from Team for Kids. This one is actually useful; I plan to mark it up with my expected arrival times and give it to Eric for race day.
– Temporary tattoos advertising Footlocker and Tata Consultancy Services. No.
– A pouch asserting that audiobooks are “A Runner’s Best Friend” and offering a free audiobook download “to listen to during your next run,” with some cheap earbuds tucked inside. I don’t understand the pouch. It desperately wants to be useful – it has a couple of credit card-sized slots and a zippered pouch, along with a key ring and a clip-on device – but at 3.5″ x 4.5″, it’s too small to hold an iPhone, and too big to clip to your shoes or shorts. I suppose you could clip it to a fuel belt (if you run with a fuel belt), but don’t most of those already come with little pouches?
Finally, there’s my personal favorite: the Tata Consultancy Services iPhone Wallet. At roughly 2″ x 3.5″, this is obviously not a wallet in which to carry your iPhone. It’s more like a wallet for your iPhone. The back is covered with some sort of high-tech adhesive, so you can stick it right on there (the little notch assures that the Apple logo will still be visible), and voila! Your iPhone now has a way to carry its ID with it when it goes out on the town.
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I am, of course, wildly excited about race day. And nervous. I’ve been obsessively checking the weather forecast and hoping the wind isn’t as bad as they say it’s going to be. My clothes are all laid out, with my new bib (#611) on top of them.
I’m ready to get this race on.