As soon as our plane landed on Friday afternoon, we dropped our bags off at our accommodations and then I insisted that we head straight to the expo. Not gonna lie, I was pretty geeked out about finally arriving in Boston, and racing, but I don’t really get into expos. In fact, I loathe them. They are loud, bright and crowded, three things I’m not much of a fan of. Also, I wanted to get there early to ensure that the various vendors had my size in any clothing that I wanted. Lots of photos were taken, excuse some that are kinda blurry or on the dark side, I accidentally put the camera on the wrong setting before handing it over to mi madre.
Adidas, the main sponsor, had some great marketing materials posted all over town.
The race packet pick-up situation was organized seamlessly.
Mom just had to get a photo, I mean this milestone ranks up there with your first day of school, and accepting your college diploma!
About to enter the
I admit, I did request this photo, I just loved this enormous poster.
I bumped into my American Cancer Society rep, Katy!
Seriously, people love runners.
Really half-ass photo of the finish line. Traffic was still permitted to go through Boylston St. that afternoon and I didn’t really want to risk getting hit by a car for a photo-op. Though the hubs thought it would be a sweet deal if I got hit and we could sue and get lots of money so he could quit his job and golf everyday. And he swears he loves me.
I mean, how often do you see the word swagger associated with running? Baller status.
I didn’t get many other photos in the expo, it was crazy town in there, and my paparazzi for the day comes in at a towering 4 feet 11 inches, which made it challenging. Plus it wasn’t really that interesting, and it is probably better off that there is no photographic evidence of the multiple times that I whipped out my credit card.