Shafted, utterly shafted. Lara and I are under the Shecky’s goody bag curse, it seems.

We were handed our envelope with chip & bib, given a t-shirt…and that was it! We didn’t get one of those fabulous Whole Foods bags stuffed with stuff that we could spy peeking out of boxes meant for team pickup because they ran out of bags (and apparently all the stuff that was in ‘em, too).

But we were assured that tomorrow we’ll be able to get all those goodies at the race, it just means we have to scavenge and forage for each mini Clif bar/lip balm/key ring I think what is this?/anti-fungal sample and all the other goodness that awaits runners such as you and me. Can’t wait.

On a happy note, the Elixers are in my hot little hands and I’m doing my best not to pet and adore them.

I need more candy. Bye until tomorrow.

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