At the finish line of my race on Sunday, a volunteer placed a medal around my neck to reward my finish. (Okay, backwards, but I fixed it.) When I headed home to shower (ahhhh warmth!), I obviously took the medal off – but then I put it right back on afterward. I ran a marathon, so I get to show off my medal all day. Right?
The ribbon on the medal happened to be the same color as the shirt I was wearing, so it took BF a little while to notice. But when he did, it was whining time. “Why are you wearing THAT?” he asked, pointing to my medal. “Can’t you take it off?” He’s not alone – past BFs have said the same thing. Come on, now – is it really so embarrassing to be seen with a CHAMPION??? (Kidding.)
As we headed for I Heart Yogurt (the Dallas version of 16 Handles), BF explained his reasoning – and I have to say, it made a lot of sense. While I may indeed have run 26.2, that distance isn’t really that challenging for me (at least not to complete, though I can always get faster), and I tend to cover 26.2 pretty often. For me, he pointed out, running the marathon and getting a medal was kind of like a little kid at a Little League game who wears his uniform the rest of the day. It’s cute – when you’re 7, not 27. As a result of our discussion, I reluctantly took off my medal when we pulled into the parking lot and left in the car.
His point hit home a little harder when we walked into I Heart Yogurt and saw that I was the only one over the age of 8 who was getting frozen yogurt. The rest of the clientele was, in fact, mothers taking their kids for frozen yogurt rewards after soccer/Little League/Pee Wee Football/etc. Oops. I kept my medal off for the rest of the day, but continued to wear my commemorative race t-shirt until I went to bed – I figured I deserved at least that little celebration.
This morning, while getting ready for 6am Flywheel, I decided to again wear my Fort Worth Marathon t-shirt. I had worn it just for afternoon hanging out and dinner, so it wasn’t sweaty/gross, and the wicking material made it perfect for a workout. Why get a clean workout shirt dirty when I could reuse a half-worn shirt, right? But when I walked into Flywheel, I immediately discovered that I had again accidentally coordinated outfits with my workout buddy, Blake. So far there have been three mornings where we’ve both opted to wear the exact same color shirt – including the one where I wore my neon yellow Nike Women’s Marathon shirt. Not an easy color to match! At least the subdued gray shirts meant that we didn’t get any instructor jokes on the sea of color-coordination over in our corner of the class.
However, Blake and her husband totally teased me for wearing my race shirt to class. “You’re like that guy who wears the band t-shirt the day after the concert!” I hadn’t thought of it that way, but again, it was a great point. It seems that there is no issue when you wear a race t-shirt weeks after the actual race, as it then becomes just like any other workout shirt. But two days later is apparently too soon.
So where is the cutoff between being THAT guy with the concert tee, and just donning the shirt as regular workout wear? And how long is it acceptable to wear your medal?
I have to admit, I kind of snicker at people who wear their medal the day after the race (as many first-timers to the New York Marathon seem to do). But is there any real difference between that and putting your medal back on after you shower and wearing it for the rest of the day? It’s still going out of your way to show off your accomplishment – and maybe that’s a bit braggy. Maybe I ought to be relegating it to my shelf as soon as I get home.
What do you do with your medal and race shirt?