When I get home from a race, I drop my stuff on the nearest "shelf" (chair, couch, table, counter...) and leave them there until the next run, or we have company, or it's laundry day. But I am careful with my race bibs. By careful, I mean they're not crumpled up all over the house. They're stacked - relatively neatly - on my bedside table.
What? That seems like a perfectly good place for them...
Oh, right, except it's not, as proven by this photo:
|What? A girl needs a tissue box + 4 packs of travel tissues +||tons of junk|
In a neat stack on the corner are my race bibs. All of them. "All" isn't very many, but even bibs that are years old are hanging out in the most asinine storage place ever. They go there even after I carefully label the back of each one with my finishing time. And when I look at these bibs, I think, "Someday I'll do something really cool with them. I'll put them in a shadow box. I'll make a quilt. I'll frame each one individually and decorate an entire room in our house and make it into a special runner's den with a password and secret handshake..."
But actually, there is a means of organization I've been coveting for months:
Of course, there are lots of other things to do with bibs, and that's also why I haven't gotten one of these babies yet. Coasters, magnets, and wallpaper are just some of the things listed in this article.
I don't know yet what I want to do, and until I decide my bibs will probably remain where they are, surrounded by junk, on display to no one, a silent reminder every morning and every night that I've done it before and I can do it again.
I guess when the pile gets too deep, I'll have to take action. I think that's probably a really good incentive to keep running. Maybe I'll use that as an excuse the next time M sighs, looks at the bedside table, and shakes his head in defeat.
"What?" I'll say. "That tiny pile? It's hardly worth putting on display. Yet."