A cold front has clearly moved through. While I was expecting snow at the higher altitudes of the mountain “hike” yesterday up to St Mary’s Glacier, an adventure segment of Kerry’s delightful itinerant tourist itinerary, I wasn’t quite expecting the rain and chill that has befallen Denver in the ensuing hours. On the plus side, the rain is projected to stop before the race tomorrow. But the cold? Well…
I headed out to the expo this morning at Mile High Stadium… er, um, I guess technically “Sports Authority Field at Mile High.”
The stadium and seats were cordoned off but that didn’t stop many a folk from ducking under the warning stanchions. I was too goody-goody to brave the security breach… but really, really regret it now that I’m back and have missed my opportunity to gaze upon the field that Elway et al built.
As for the expo – it was a well attended and well-vendored affair, though at times a bit off-message. Cutco Knives? Really? Say… I’m running 26.2 miles tomorrow but you know what I really need? A good set of steak knives.
When I snapped the photo the guy working the booth said, “they’d look even better in your kitchen!” And he was nodding this head, a technique a buddy of mine who worked a summer selling the wares door-to-door back in high school was sales pitch training 101 – nod the head to get the customer to mirror the gesture and already acquiesce to buying the product.
The bottom of my foot is still bugging me. It’s either early onset plantar fasciitis or the pair of shoes I wore a few days back finally have given up the sole’s ghost and messed up my arch support. It’s not really the heel, more like the bottom of the foot, like a muscle is pulled there. I don’t know if there IS a muscle there. I’m terrible at anatomy… and geography… and science… and math… and art… and, ya know, if the pub trivia isn’t about movies of the 1980s I’m really not your guy. But I digress. The point is there was a “free aches and pains checkup!” booth by a local physio group. I thought I’d have them check the foot, maybe get a massage or something gratis… only when I told them I wasn’t local they pointed me to a placard and told me to take a photo and google a local doctor to go see. Apparently it was less a “free checkup” and more a “sales pitch to lure you into a long-term Michael Cohen-ish contract for services.” So I wasn’t a viable fish to reel in, thus cut loose without a check-up. Why waste time when there’s rubes to be suckered.
In any case, I wandered through the expo and got prepped for tomorrow.
By the way, the Colorado Sports Hall of Fame is currently presented by no one. So sponsorship opportunities exist, FYI.
I’m still fighting this stupid sinus infection. The antibiotics aren’t making much of a difference in the… (WARNING: GRAPHIC AND UPSETTING PHRASING AHEAD)… disgustingly discolored yellow-ish, greeni-sh, puce-ian phlegm department. I don’t feel awful – maybe 70% of health. But I’m so sick of being sick; so over blowing my nose; so fed up with smelling like medicine and NOT getting any better. As I left Mile High, passing the bucking broncos monument, I thought, “isn’t this befitting? Perhaps running this marathon truly makes me a horse’s ass….”
After all, I’m going to go run 26.2 miles at 5,280 feet with a sinus infection.
To be honest, it’s all just training for Pike’s Peak in August….
