The Runner and I crossed together after an amazing day. To be clear, she waited up for me so I could finish with her.
Then, just to show the race hadn’t beat us, we walked two miles back to our hotel.
I’ll have a full writeup soon. For now, shower and food. Then sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
The Runner and I are hanging around eating bagels in the "orange" village — the racers are divided up by colors. Which means that there are a couple more giant areas here, also filled up with thousands of people waiting for their turn to run.
This place is surreal.
2:30 til our start time (10:10 ET).
If you want to track our progress, my bib number is 30629. The Runner has promised to stay with me.
Check out the puffy fashion The Runner and I are sporting. Some big poly-fill coats bought at a thrift store will do a nice job of keeping us warm while we wait in the cold for three hours before our wave starts.
At that point we’ll discard the coats and sexy track pants that accompany them. These will then be collected and given to the homeless.
We’re staying warm, looking sassy, and picking up a few good karma points too.
Last night Team Fatty NYC ate at Ralphs, an Italian place. The highlights of the evening were:
1. Checking out the awesome Team Fatty shirts PI provided.
2. Talking with other cyclists about how much running hurts.
3. Complaining about how few raviolis we were served. WE’RE RUNNING A MARATHON. Feed us that way!
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