Today I Went To The Las Vegas Marathon Expo And I’m Not Feeling Great.
I went to the Las Vegas expo this morning and collected my race gear. All day I’ve been eating shit from most restaurants around the town. I went to the MGM Grand food court for a Chinese and made the mistake of eating the habanero peppers that were placed on my tray. I’ve never experienced pain like it in my life.
The expo itself was OK. It was much the same as last year only more people were around and I didn’t feel comfortable as everyone was enthusiastic and I was focusing on getting out alive.
I went there to try to get some gels that I could actually drink on the course but all American gels are ridiculously thick in texture. I tried asking them if they had any there were thinner in texture but couldn’t really keep a straight face.
So I asked this question of Twitter this afternoon.
In the end I bought one Diabetic Whale Spunk and 5 packets of Shot Bloks and I’m sorted for fuel.
Last year I took 5 or 6 Gu Peanut Butter gels with me on the course and the fucking things are impossible to take in when you’re running. It’s like trying to eat cake whilst you’re out of breath. It just didn’t work for m.
Tonight I went out to CVS for some pasta and a few bottles of Gatorade and got propositioned by a lady who shouted “I’m one of the Holy Trinity, motherfucker!”. She was quite obviously off her head on crack, meth or expired cake so I just sidestepped away from her so that she didn’t have the right angle to stab my face off.
As I walked off she started hooting at me like an owl. She at least seemed to be having a good time, so hopefully her trip doesn’t turn bad within the next 72 hours otherwise some poor mother’s gonna have to live the next 50 years without a face to sigh out of.
Not feeling great tonight. Just sitting up in my room and I don’t know what to do with myself. The race doesn’t start until 4:30pm local time but I can’t go out drinking. I might go to the casino with $10 and slowly drink White Russians until I’m out of cash.
I’d rather tear my own cock off than go to a pasta party.