I wrote yesterday that “the King” is dead (dying) – well my quads are killing me, slowly – both legs are tight as and the numbness in my right thigh seems to have disappeared.
I’ve had a day to reflect on yesterday’s MM and offer this candid assessment of the whole set up. MM is a private entity and is a “for” profit organisation. It appears a little unfair to me that a profit making machine like IMG relies on hundreds of volunteers – how does that work?
- The volunteers – just brilliant
- The course – perfect and within 110m of my Garmin – I don’t run in straight lines!
- Water sachets – much easier than drinking out of cups
- The spectators – I reckon Melbournians would cheer paint drying!
- Started bang on time – great effort that
- The goodie bag – the only useful thing is the bag it comes in
- The website timing was way out – had me at over a minute more than my Garmin
- The water in the cups at drink stations – there’s less chemical in my swimming pool – yuck
- The 180 degree turn on Brunton Ave – far too tight – the last thing I want at 9k is to walk around a tight corner only to run again
- $12.95 for a 15 second video
The ugly part only really affected the minority – the parents/friends of the kids 2.5k run. There were 600 odd runners ranging from 7-14 year olds. Understandably the parents couldn’t run with the kids so from a security viewpoint the child had a wrist band with their race number on and a parent had one also. Child couldn’t leave the area without a matching wrist band. This is good – having only one person checking 600 kids and adults wristbands – Ugly – very ugly.
Access to the seating near the finish line for the parent without the wristband was only by requesting a duplicate band at the venue – problem being the list of names weren’t in alphabetical order, so each request took a few minutes – ugly
Seating near the finish line was about 100m away – far too far and there was supposed to be no access to the ground for parents although there were plenty on there. You had parents and friends walking up the stand where they handed out the medals – it was disorganised chaos.
For the last 3 months I had visions of watching Harry run into the MCG and up to the finish line – it was to be my proudest moment to date as a father, yet I was denied (as were others) because we were so far away.
Overall a great day – just soured at the end, although Harry would be none the wiser.