9pm at night and the cleaning staff at the Waterfront Courtyard Marriott has just left. C is finally down to sleep, and W is putting the finishing touches on his prep for the Charleston Marathon. The weather couldn't be better for W's third go-round with a BQ.
It was a relatively uneventful trip down here. The car took off around 9am and only hit a few traffic stops out of Greensboro. We traversed back rounds and listened to C being read books via the iPad (and snore) until a lunchtime stop at Firehouse in Florence. We enjoyed some funny stares as we stretched on the sidewalk, then hopped back in the car for a sunny drive down to Charleston.
After checking in we quickly bundled up the man in the BOB and ran the 1.2 miles to the expo. W found his bib (#83) and grabbed his gear. While I was trying on new Newtons, Josh found us. I so love our running community that allows us to find friends at nearly every event! We wrapped it up and ran back past the Citadel stadium to our hotel, just in time to catch the sunset. A quick change, snack for C...remember this later...and out the door for some pizza.
Carb loading is definitely NOT needed for a 5 or 10k, but it is highly recommended the night before a marathon. Over the bridge we found a funky version of the typical Mellow Mushroom; it was once an old theater! Lucky us it was restaurant week so we ordered 2 appetizers, pizza and dessert for 30 bucks. But something was definitely amiss. C is normally a pretzel hound and he wouldn't touch them. He even put his head in my lap and moaned that he wanted his pizza. When it finally came he ate two bites and said he was full. I finally got him to eat by holding him while he watched the team toss some pies in the air. We were so desperate to have him eat that we let him dig into our cookie sundae.
Fast forward to the bedtime routine at the hotel and he says he just feels icky and tired. I read to him a bit and tried to prep him for getting horizontal when he suddenly lurched up. Well, by the time he realized what was coming we were halfway between the bedroom and bathroom of our 1 bedroom suite. Poor guy. We now believe that the milk that was in the crazy, keep anything cold thermos had probably not stayed cold enough. So his afternoon snack was really a recipe for sick and cranky kid. Three minutes after baptizing our carpet and he's smiling, eating dry cereal and asking to be read to. At least it happened early in the night and not in the car or the bed. Plenty of time for W to get his game face on. Third time is a charm!!!
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