Flashes of Panic

Busy morning. I’ve been, I suppose, “blogging” the ING New York City Marathon. I’m done now.

Minor crises littered the early part of the morning, among them my computer and the press-room wireless network not really wanting to play. I wound up dialing up rather than wrestling with the network; I know I could have solved the problem, but probably not until far too late in the day. Better to route around the damage. Now, of course, when I need it less, it’s working just fine.

Another morning glitch: I had planned to exchange files with my editor (yes, I was being edited) using a USB flash drive I’d borrowed from work. Which is all well and good, but he’s using one of the old berry-colored iBooks, and the curving case meant the jack itself was too far recessed for the drive to plug in effectively. There’s something we wouldn’t have anticipated. I figured, hey, if it has a USB jack, I should be fine, right?

Now I’m waiting here in the media center for the race NYRR’s executive director, who, I’m told, wants to “pick my brain.” I’m not sure what I will have to tell her that she doesn’t already know, but I suppose I’ll find out.

There’s an interesting image, asking an athlete about a race: “Did you know on foot one that this wasn’t going to be a good day?” Foot one. I like it.