Just one thing to add to my previous post. When my teammate and I arrived at the race, we were confronted by two check in tables - one that said Open Check In, and the other, Elite Check In.
"Hmm," we wondered aloud, "Are we Elite?"
"You're probably over there," directed the woman sitting at the Elite table, pointing us towards the Open Check In table.
Alright then. So we tried to check in, but it turns out we were on the Elite list.
Now, I don't think that highly of myself, and my ego is not particularly fragile. I am just as happy to be Open as I am to be Elite. But really? She just looked at us - me in my shorts and t-shirt, and my teammate in full fleece sweats - and decided, mmm - not elite.
Ouch. That kind of hurts!