Running In Memphis - The Easy Part

Original title, I know. I think the blood from my brain is being rushed to my legs in attempts to walk in heels, so forgive me.

Thursday night Matt's parents treated us to dinner before picking up the birthday beast. I felt bad leaving him, until I heard he was sleeping on the recliner and having Happy Birthday sung to him in perfect harmony by the Searson's. Coming home will be a thrill.

For a post race treat, they brought us this. Have you ever seen the likes of half pound Reese's?! They are everything you think they could be, and like most good things, are available at Target.

Yes, that's a 12 inch dinner plate.

In the spirit of not changing anything, we stopped for our normal Friday Thai Noodle lunch. It hit the spot.


Just in time for a 4 hour drive to run 4.5 hours. The irony was not lost on me.

If you plan on driving down corridor x anytime soon, take some snacks and a catheter. It is desolate. And I'm confused, is this highway ever going to get a name?



Race Guide -check.
Gatorade - check.

We made it to the expo and found a parking space right out front. Next to a car with a UA tag. I considered this marathon and BCS luck. Just call me intuitive.

It was a weird feeling heading to the full marathon line. I always look that way and pity those people.

Race bag in hand! Am I sweaty or is that just the lighting? I'll leave you to wonder. Are you glad you're reading this post yet?

Look who was at the expo! If you've ever trained for a race, chances are you have at least looked at a Hal Higdon plan. I was pleasantly surprised that he looked less corpse like in person. Is that a nice thing to say about someone? He should fire his web site photographers.

We checked into our hotel and changed for dinner. In case you have been wondering what Jesse Spano is doing these days, she's managing the Hilton in Germantown. Check out that rad neon lighting! We had some time to kill before our reservations, so we had a drink at the bar. And one at the restaurant. Someone strip me of my asics. Scandalous!

Oh, don't you worry. I will.

I think I trained better in the art of carb loading than actually running. You don't think it's an art? Fine. No home cooked spaghetti for you.

After a run to Target for some throwaway gloves, I meticulously laid out my outfit for the next day. The fact that I got an even number thrilled me. I don't like odd numbers - even down to the volume number on the TV or the thermostat setting in my car.

One sleep until race day. I tried to warn my poor legs what was coming. If only I had known. I will warn you what's coming though - super cheesy post.