I am sitting in the living room of the hotel room lounging after a wonderful Italian dinner. My parents know how to pick hotel rooms. We even have a balcony with a view of the ocean. I must also add that the weather here was a mild 70 degrees so I will probably go out there a little later. Eat your heart out Boston.

Though I am not a fan of traveling it seems as if the flight to Norfolk from Boston is pretty painless. Waking up at 8am and packing just a carry on (I travel light) I arrived at the airport from the T. 10 minutes later I was already past the security check, very nice. I guess I don't pass as a terrorist, too bad. Then when I sat down I started to shove my nose in my new 900 page book.

This book isn't a book you'd expect a 20 year old to be reading. I am reading a book called Security Analysis. You might say what?? Yeah I am trying to make better investment choices so I have picked up this book. It is written by the mentor of Warren Buffet Benjamin Graham, so in essence I am learning some of the techniques that Warren Buffet has used to make his billions. I will later write about that genius. But, the information in the book is very dry as you would expect from a 1950's and on the topic of picking stocks. However, I feel like I am a kid in a candy store each time I read it because there are so many things to learn and I am just drawn to it.

Anyway off that tangent. So I got on the plane and it seemed like an hour and a half later we were in Philadelphia and after another 40 minute plane ride I was in Norfolk. Very convenient. I just had to wait for my parents to get to the airport because they decided to take the 8 hour driving route instead of the plane. Soon after they arrived and we went to the convention center. We had to pick up our race chip, number and our free shirt. It was way quicker and easier than last year, though.

We then traveled to a very nice Italian restaurant that I hit up last year. I remember the food was close to amazing and a little bit pricey so it was a perfect place to have my parents treat me to dinner. I had a rigatoni and the sauce was out of this world. I've always wondered if I licked the ground in Italy if it would taste this nice. The pasta also added a fair amount of glycogen so my glycogen stores will be fully fueled up for the race on Sunday. I think I will eat conservatively tomorrow, though, as I don't want to stop every 5 minutes to the poter potties or do as my dad says the Kenyans do, go potty down their legs.

Tomorrow we'll have to wake up very early as my parents have to run the 8am 8k race.