MrB’s visa/passport didn’t come today. Seven months he’s been waiting for it, seven months he’s been stuck on this island without a passport. I really thought it would come today, especially since people have been hassled about it for weeks and weeks now… I really thought we’d do this marathon thing together.
But it looks like it’s just my race to run. He said he’d run the marathon distance on his own on the streets of London on Sunday but that thought just makes me want to cry – your first marathon is not supposed to be a lonely experience.
But my bag is packed, my food is prepped, my maps are printed and I even have a couple of Paris metro tickets that I really, reeeeally hope still work since the ticket lines at Gare du Nord are worse than they are outside Apple stores the night before a new iPhone is released.
I hope to catch up with some people I’ve “met” on Twitter on Saturday afternoon, hopefully that’ll distract me from feeling so disappointed that a government body cannot issue a visa to a citizen of the Commonwealth within 7 freaking months.
Ughhh… But what can we do…
If you want to track my progress on Sunday, there is a Paris Marathon app for iPhones, my race number is 38438. I’ll see if I can get Runmeter to Tweet my time after every 5km as well 🙂
See you on the other side!