Tomorrow Mr. Sandwich is running the L.A. Marathon with his dad. Therefore yesterday we went to the Los Angeles Convention Center, where the Expo was being held.
First, we waited in line to pick up his race number and schwag bag.
Then we wandered somewhat aimlessly around the Expo. This gave us the chance to buy a t-shirt, consider buying jerky, fail to find socks of the sort Mr. Sandwich prefers, sample some truly disgusting hydration beverages, sit in a Honda Fit (seems comfy), and stare mindlessly at Dodgertown.
Because, really, what’s a marathon without baseball?