So, I stood outside of my office for a few minutes. Easy to tell who the asshole runners were because they immediately cut the line. Boarded the ferry, made awkward conversation with the other runners, and landed at the expo.


It was chaotic, loud, flashy and overwhelmingly beautiful.

I actually won a pair of Brooks running shoes. I had my gait analyzed and they made their recommendations. Husband thinks I should just go to the local, super fancy store and try on everything. That seems sort of tacky to me.