So, I get to the Marriott, check in, and they can't give me a key. The key encoder is broken. But the bellfolks will take me up and let me in right away. He says. Sadly, the bellfolks were overwhelmed by the marathon crowd, combined with an onslaught of speech therapists. They asked me to come back later.
I come back later.
They give me a key. I go upstairs and enter the room. They kind of forgot to clean it. Yucky poo. I go back downstairs. The nice lady says "Whoa. Sorry about that. Let switch you to a hospitality suite."
Zowie! Conference table! SEVEN chairs! Couch! Huge TV!
AND A MASSIVE BOWL OF METAL-PLATED GOURDS!!!!!!!
Nice!
26.2 miles tomorrow. 26.2 miles. Holy smokes.
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