Expos are fun-fun-fun! Always.

For all you non-runners out there, “race expos” are where you pick up your race bib and time chip, and they’re usually filled with lots of fun, awesome (crazy expensive!) running goodies.

I’d recount the exact details of it for you, but a) that be all sorts of boring, and b) I forget it, as yesterday was quite the blur (re: 32 hours straight being awake). 

But here some magical photos from yesterday which I found on my camera this morning, complete with all-you-need-to-know captions.  

Ta-Da! Wanna follow me run?  What’s that? You don’t want to get up at 3am your time? Psssh, don’t lie, you so do… I think you can go here and input my bib# to see me, that is, if you know German.

Fingers crossed and happy vibes for sub 5 pleaseeeeee - eeek, so nervous!

Oh! Oh! Looooook at who I met up with! The Mr. Robert himself. You can follow him too. He’ll be faster than me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean more awesome.

I spent 55euros (rip. off) on the blue/yellow sweater in the foreground.  Maybe it’ll make me run like her… maybe, just maybe.

The route. This means as much to you, as it does to me - every corner will be a big surprise tomorrow.

Done and done.

THEN, to make another long story I don’t remember, short, we hit the town to carb load. This, without a doubt is my favourite part of marathons - tied, of course, with crossing the finish line and crying into the stranger who gives me my medal’s shoulder - always a very touching and not awkward moment. 

NOM. Let it be known - this was the marathon special pasta fiesta. Three of us dove into this baby like it was our jobs, although yes, yes it’s true, I probably could have eaten it by myself. I’m talented like that. 

Perfect evening, despite being a zombie with red eyes for 99.999% of it.