A pints a pound the world around...

...except when you're in London. Then a pint is at least 3 pounds.

Wachau

There were no flaxen-haired children singing and dancing in the hills to the sound of music, but this may be because the Wachau half marathon had no hills! Boh. I guess I'll have to head to Tyrol next time.

On the bus to the starting line, I sat next to a 46-year old highschool history/Latin teacher. His marathon PR was 2:28; however, due to an illness earlier in the week, he was hoping to finish the half in under 1:20. He had never run outside of Austria. I wonder what the German-version of "Ubaldo" is.

The course was beautiful. To the left were hills, vineyards, and sometimes castles. To the right was the Donau River. Alongside a water station, one of the wineries offered runners Riesling to sample.

On the train ride back, I fell asleep and must have dropped my book, pen, and jacket, because when I woke up someone benevolent put them in a neat pile next to me.