I forgot to tell you the best part of working gear check at the Louisiana Marathon.
Someone checked his arm.
As he walked up I stifled the urge to ask, "Can I give you a hand with that?", but I did permit myself to tell him he didn't need to put his number on it. "Pretty sure we'll know it's yours," I joked. And then when he picked up I quipped, "I'm going to go out on a limb and say this one's yours".
Pretty awesome to race with one arm, right?