Sloan Brings Home the Bacon

I couldn't get pictures of Sloan at the actual event for two reasons. One of them is not that I didn't get up at 3:40 in the AM to drive to the Pacific Islands Club (PIC) in Tumon.

1. I got suckered in to working at a water distribution table for the half marathon by my volleyball team.
2. The race officials messed up the results (they thought Sloan was a man) and she didn't get called up to the stage to accept her prize which were, in order of excellent-ness:

• An engraved medal
• An engraved pewter Tiffany Revere Bowl in a big turquoise Tiffany box.
• $500 money-cash.

All this just for winning a 5k! She said it felt good. Who knew it could be so easy.

I can't say I've been supportive enough to watch all of Sloan's races, but this one ranks up there with the best of them. It sure beats sitting on some granite rock in Jamaica Park when it's 60 degrees and raining. I got to stand on the side of the road and hand out twice used sponges to sweaty people. I got to hear Womanizer at least three times blasting on Christian's Acura car stereo. I got to see the last of three choreographed dance showcases (One Tahitian, one Hawaiian, one Chamorro). I got to eat two Egg McMuffins, a doughnut, a hot dog and down a canned coffee drink from Japan.* Best of all, I got to be there when Sloan cleaned house.**

*The other food & beverage options at the PIC after party included: doughnut holes, mini muffins, ice cream, yakisoba, energy drinks, and Miller light. For real.

**I realize this is all about me even though Sloan did the running. I asked her to put a few words down regarding her own race experience but she squished her face at me. If you want to hear it in her own words - send a persuasive comment.