I am tired and I am over-stimulated, but I’m going to do my best to get this trip/race report out of my head before my brains seep out of my ears and blend into the floor. I am going to do this in segments today so I don’t make your eyes bleed with all of my inappropriate commas and apostrophes in one giant post. So check back often.
Linda and I arrived in NY on Friday with no problems and met up my sister Amy at the airport. We were greeted with a tradition NYC taxi ride to our hotel in Times Square. It was everything I imagined it would be – scary. Times Square was also everything I imagined it would be – busy, dirty and bright. Exciting, but not my favorite part of NYC.
We immediately jumped right into things and grabbed a bite to eat at a Greek restaurant close to our hotel; we changed into our shiny red boots and went to see the musical Wicked. It was very good, but nothing like the book and I had to work really hard to separate the two. Basically if take out half the characters, all the sex, and 90% of the plot, and turn it into a comedy you got yourself the musical version of the book. Okay, so I still can’t get over Nessarose having arms, that’s just wrong.
We met up with my marathon buddy Marta after the show for dessert and coffee and then headed back to the hotel for the only good night of sleep I got.