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Chicago Marathon Expo

Or, IT’S REAL NOW.

I landed and hopped in a cab to meet up with Meghann, her sister Kelly and Kelly’s friend Sara and her boyfriend at the hotel. We walked over to Epic Burger, where we had some epic burgers. I went for turkey, to keep my sensitive stomach happy, and also got some fries so I could keep my salt levels up.

Afterwards, we went to the expo to pick up our bibs.

L-R: Me, Meghann, Kelly, Sara. Yes, we have matching shirts. Yes, we love them.

Walking into the expo was totally surreal.

Let me break it down:

I was walking into a marathon expo. Not as a spectator or a friend of a runner, not to pick up a half-marathon bib, but to pick up a marathon bib. Whoa.

You might not be totally able to see the writing on the back of our shirts, but we have our blog URLs on our shirts. Yup.

That’s my bib!

This sticker is totally going on my car.

Apparently the Little Rock marathon is pretty badass. Huge medals and Greek gods? Maybe Ben is on to something.

I also met up with E for a little chat, but no photo…yet.

It is actually way harder than it looks to keep one’s balance doing this.

We got some deep dish pizza to end our day.

I STILL can’t believe I’m running a marathon in two days.

I Should Be Packing…

But blogging’s more fun.

[Things I will regret later.]

When I left work tonight, I headed to the running store to buy some more Gu, but they didn’t have the ones I wanted, so I left. Once I got home, I realized that I had plenty, but I think I just felt like buying a few more would top off my readiness. When I realized the running store was out of my Gu, I looked around to see if there was anything else I needed. I was honestly shocked there wasn’t, that there was nothing in that store I could buy that would prepare me more for the marathon, or make it easier.

My parents came in to pick up Bailey, and we went out for dinner, where clearly I had some spaghetti and meatballs, just in case I haven’t already had enough carbs this week. I asked for broccoli to bulk it up a bit.

And then I figured since my parents were around, I’d ask my mom to help me iron on letters to my shirt, since Jen wasn’t here to do it like she did for our Army Ten-Miler.

First problem:

T-H-E-O-D-O-R-A. Eight letters. One size small shirt. Does not compute. My mom started giving me a hard time, and I reminded her that she picked the name; I did not. 

Second problem:

Iron-on letters + dri-fit = does not work. 

I’m thinking of going Sharpie at it…

Back to packing. See ya from Chicago!!