In the closet
There’s this little problem I have with the Boston Marathon. It’s those jackets.
Every year, Adidas dumps a few thousand jackets in the Boston area, via the B.A.A. The most common are volunteer jackets, usually in a fairly vivid color (this year, they’re blue, as is the volunteer jacket I have from 1996, but bright yellow and orange have happened.) The volunteer jackets are why the B.A.A. is never short on volunteers for this race. There are also media jackets (usually black) and the relatively rare medical staff jackets (red this year) and B.A.A. employee jackets (grey this year.) And there’s always a slightly different pattern available for sale to the runners.
This was my eleventh year in Boston, and my ninth in some sort of jacket-qualified position. (I ran, or tried to, in ‘00, and in ‘95 I was just a spectator.) I’ve had a few in my closet. I still have my volunteer jacket from ‘96 (my first) and my media jacket from ‘01, which is quite usefully heavy and also represented my last year with RW. And I have other, similar jackets from other contexts. In other words, I don’t need any more jackets, no matter how nice they may be.
I’ve given a few away. One, once, to a cousin who housed us in Cambridge the year I didn’t have an employer who booked hotel rooms. Others to anyone who would take them. I’ve tried to give one to my father, but as a runner himself he doesn’t want to wear the implied message, (“I ran the marathon,”) when he didn’t. Some years I’ve simply turned the jacket down at the source and let the B.A.A. worry about the extras, but I’ve realized since then that having it and wearing it on race day, particularly in a team-centered effort like mine, has a psychological effect, not just on myself but on the other jacketed volunteers I work with.
So I took this year’s jacket, and now I don’t know what to do with it. Selling it, by whatever means, would feel Just Wrong. I need to find someone who would appreciate it as a gift, but not take it so seriously that they’d prefer to earn their own. Unfortunately, my nieces are too small.
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Comments
Posted by: Audrey | April 21, 2005 3:47 PM
Posted by: samo | April 21, 2005 5:02 PM
Posted by: Alison | April 21, 2005 5:25 PM
Next year make a point to find some hard case runners who would love to have bought a jackets but could not afford them. Then make their day.
Posted by: Chris | April 21, 2005 8:13 PM
:)
Oh, that sounded all greedy, didn’t it?!
How’s this: when you and A. move to Boston, I’ll have you both over for dinner in exchange. And I’ll make cookies. Lots of cookies!
Or maybe I should just volunteer next year and get my own?
Posted by: Miss Injury | April 22, 2005 9:31 AM
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