SDTC Swag

Well, I made it safely to La Jolla after an easy drive down Interstate 5 on a nice Saturday morning. Mark, who is at Disneyland right now with his family, expects to arrive at the hotel some time after 6 p.m. Which means I expect him trudge into the room around 10 p.m. Before I turn in for an afternoon nap, I thought I’d post some pictures of the swag we got as SDTC participants. With a hefty $250 price tag, the entry fee rivals that of full Ironman Triathlons. But it’s for a good cause, and man, the swag is top-notch. Here is a sampling:

First, all the stuff comes in a huge Nike Bag:

But the real treasure looms inside the bag. Like a sport towel, sun block, race-number belt, energy drink, and carabineer:

Body Glide:

A running head towel thing-a-ma-jig:


A De Soto Sports running fuel belt:



A first-aid kit:


A 6-pack of race gels:


An inner tube:


Running-shoe lace locks:


A pair of black swim jammers (last year they gave us red jammers;I made the mistake of wearing the red jammers to a swim workout one day, and my teammates and the swim coach would not shut up about how stupid I looked):


Slippers:


Two water bottles:


Goggles:



An issue of Triathlete Magazine (it’s an old issue, but it’s the one with the super model on the cover, so I’m not complaining):


Two pairs of running socks:


They included a really ugly De Soto running hat:


But I didn’t fret too much, because they also gave us a great looking Headsweats running hat:


Like any other race, the swag bag included a cotton commemorative T-Shirt:


But unlike other races, they included a technical workout T-shirt:


and a long-sleeved technical shirt:


AND a cotton hoodie:


Of course, there are some items I didn’t appreciate, like the stick of WD-40:


and a VHS copy of Double Take, starring Eddie Griffin and Orlando Jones (I would have preferred Under Cover Brother, in DVD format):


But then CAF came back strong by including a pair of Nike Running Shoes:


Stacie, Hope, Jen and Bejnamin: You guys jealous? Good. That’s what you get for not doing the race with us. Eat your hearts out!

Pamplona. Out.