Day 7, Week 5: Who *doesn't* do a workout before going to that marathon expo?

Tomorrow I'm running the Chicago marathon.  I hear it's where champions run.  I wouldn't know anything about that since I never, ever come downtown unless I throw my name into a lottery for a marathon and then get chosen. 

I wonder where that is.

But let's start with how this day began--by me interrupting what was obviously supposed to be a private moment.

SCRAM HUMAN

After backing away slowly, I went downstairs, assessed the weather as too windy (20 mph...buh) to bike ride, and did Cathe's Total Body Giant Sets instead with some abs thrown in for fun.  I did skip the last leg set in honor of my marathon tomorrow.  Sometimes I do things that make sense.

Don't mind me; just getting yuge.

After running some errands, I headed to extremely urban downtown Chicago to hit the expo.  On the seemingly 5-mile trip from the parking garage to the actual expo, I played tourist and took an artsy-farsty picture of some tall buildings.

Artsy: Check.  Fartsy: Check.

There's a lot to see and do at this race expo, probably because 40,000+ people are running this freaking thing.  I, as usual, spent too much money on gear I don't really need and cursed the expo organizers for making us run the rat maze that was the expo just to get our bibs and shirts.

Space Expo.

But what wasn't usual for me was hearing Bart Yasso (whom I adore) speak about his running life and take questions from the audience.  I found out he will be running with us tomorrow, and now I'm on a mission for a mid-race selfie with him.  It's always good to have a goal during a race, right?

Watch out, Bart-I'm coming for you.

Speaking of race goals, what's the plan for tomorrow?  Well, the main plan is to make it to my start corral on time.  My next goal is to do the 13 mile run at 9:35 pace that is actually on the training plan.  After that, it's wander around the course hoping for a bacon cheeseburger aide station until I get to the finish line.  At least I know my gear is ready for tomorrow, even if I'm not.

Take this stuff away with you when you leave:

• Seriously, I'm not a fan of downtown Chicago.  I've been countrified.  The only reason I've been to Solider Field is because a half marathon starts there. 
• My cats do whatever they want, whenever they want.  That's so they don't decide to kill me in my sleep one day.
• Hubbs like to take sneaky pics when I'm weight lifting.  Like it will embarrass me or something.  Pfft.
• Most of my artsy fartsy pictures fall more on the fartsy side.
• Bacon cheeseburger aide stations.  These need to be a thing.

Tomorrow's workout:  Marathoning it.