I figured I was living in Bangkok so participating in a race in the same city I lived in would be easy enough. Yeah....FAIL. Bangkok is like NYC on steroids. The packet pickup spot didn't have an address on it. The hubs and I honestly searched for two hours yesterday, trying to find something we could tell a cab driver other than "Royal Thai Army Club." Because that wouldn't get us anywhere.
We got there and HOLY SHIT. What an absolute cluster. I've never seen such chaos. People didn't seem clear on where they should be or which race was starting when. All I remember was the terrible dance routine performed by people dressed as cooks and airline stewardesses to a song called, "I love Bangkok."
Fast forward to the finish, and I had one thing on my mind. MEDAL. I was standing in line when suddenly some Thai person stood on a table, shouting something and holding up a shitload of McDonald's coupons. I figured out that they were shouting something about being out of medals. WELL SCREW THAT SHIT. I didn't do all of this for no medal. So as we were walking away, I saw a table with a few medals left and just grabbed one. What crap. Sorry! No medal for you but have some McDonald's coupons instead. That's not how I roll, mothalickas.