In Quebec City
One of the best parts of a marathon, other than finishing and having that medal draped around my neck, is bib pick up. Whether the event is big or small, there's always excitement in the room when all the other runners are picking up their bibs.
This was the case again Friday. Although I was tired from the drive from Boston (it took a little bit longer than I hoped), the nice thing was the hotel for the bib pick up was right across the street.
Therefore, we made the quick jaunt over, and picked up my packet, which includes a champion-chip. That's what you wear on your shoe so your time can be registered. Also in the packet are some runner's goodies, some advertisements and a marathon t-shirt. And don't forget the bib. I am bib No. 93.
We also took a quick walk through a central part of the city, and it was packed. Shops, restuarants, bars and tons of people. It is absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately, I'm exhausted and starving, so we headed back to our hotel for a quick bit to each, and then some shut eye.
Saturday I'll do a more expanded blog in preparations for Sunday's race.