The finishline a the L.A. marathon was a complete fiasco. Their was no contingency plan for rain. A mylar blankets like this were what saved me from Hypothermia. I found this blanket washed ashore about 14 miles down the coast from where the race ended. Maybe the race shouldn't end so close to the sea.
The other thing I found today was a bee sticking out of the bottom of my foot. Poor little guy I should have been more careful where I stepped.