I've been to a lot of races and skipped many of the pre-race pasta parties. But this year I've been to them in Boston, Stroudsburg, and Pocatello. They are nothing fancy but whether going alone or with friends there's some sort of magic and bonding to sit with the others runners and their families about to embark on another marathon journey the next day. The one I went to this past weekend I was by myself. I walked in not knowing anyone and walked out knowing several people's stories and felt like I ran into old friends at the end of the race. Well worth it in every way!
I'm grateful for these pre-race pasta parties!
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