I was there! Running! Not really! Running, I mean. I was there, Mile #4 water station, right off of Music Row. One of the perks of being employed at the NCVB is that I am "strongly encouraged" to volunteer each year at the Marathon. It always ends up being lots of fun, but getting my ass up at 4:30 Saturday morning fucked my flow all up. I'm still recovering.

Wish I had known you were coming out. We coulda met up for 10am bourbon fun.