Upon my arrival in DC last Thursday I met D (running bud and hero, Women’s Running Magazine Ambassador, and Marathon Expo Mayor) and Laurie from Injinji at the hotel. We sat at the bar where they had an adult beverage and I ordered a club soda with lime. You know, just so the bartender had something to do. “Hit me again,” I told him. I did not poop on this night.
Friday and Saturday, D and I headed to the expo to promote the magazine and sign up new readers. Honestly, it is a great magazine. I got it before I became friends with D AND they aren’t paying me to say this. Since I was helping work the Women’s Running Magazine booth I had two days of running nerdom ahead of me and I was stoked.
I have to say that working a marathon expo booth is so rewarding. I got to meet people of all walks of life and abilities. I met first timers, twenty timers, those who were running to honor someone, those who were running for charity, groups of women, groups of men, etc. For anyone who has the passion for running, I say hang out at an expo and you’ll see why the running community is so kick ass.
This is where I got to meet Carla from I Run, You Run! She’s adorable and had the most delightful blue coat on. I have since friended her on facebook and will now stalk her. Just kidding Carla. Sorta.
I also had a little race with Ryan Hall at the expo. You know, just for shiggles. And Runner’s World captured the whole thing. This is the photo proof of the cover before it goes to press. After that whole ordeal I told Ryan I had to get back to the hotel. I had a real race in morning. I did not poop on t his day. I got my outfit and gear together and before I knew it, it was Sunday morning. Early as hell, and I was ready to go.
Behold the most hilarious thrown down outfit of all time!
Whatevs. I was warm as hell. I topped this look off with a windbreaker and some gloves. There is a homeless guy walking the streets of DC right now who is fierce as hell in a pink hoodie. You betta work!I was dressed and ready to go. D and I headed to the start at the Pentagon and were warmly greeted by many Marines. Drool. One gave us special treatment by showing us to the UPS vans and how to meet up at the finish. He was awesome. OOO RAH! I lined up in the 4:00 hour corral and chatted with some folks. D and I discussed where I should line up and she said “There are so many people, it’s better to line up a little faster than your goal time.” At this point my goal time was 4:05. There it’s out. I wanted a 4:05 and had a secret hope for 4:00.Before I knew it, I was off and running. At this point I was thinking…I don’t see a lot of people. Where are all these alleged people? But then I realized the corrals were doubled across the road. There were two huge areas for each pace group. Whoa. All I could see where heads bobbing about ready to run. Thousands upon thousands of runners. All ready to take on the marathon. And I was one of them. As much as I know you all want to burn your retinas out I’m gonna stop here and get to the good stuff tomorrow.