I recovered from the lack of sleep from the run fairly quickly. I suppose it helps to have a breakfast deadline; get up if you want to eat.
I went back into Chamonix for the award ceremony. It was disappointing. I know I wasn’t expecting a winner’s trophy, but I was let down not having the finisher’s vest. So no winner’s cowbell for me. But the announcer was speaking mostly in French. Every so often, someone would come and summarize in English, but it’s hard to feel excited about that.
Which explains why I left the actual ceremony and found a big television monitor displaying it. I could still hear the announcer with a millisecond delay, and I got to sit in a nice warm spot free from the crowds.
Afterwards there was a lunch for everyone. It was mostly local cuisine, so that was different.
Then I spent the rest of the day wandering Chamonix. It was bigger than I expected, but the leg movement was probably good for me. I had dinner at a restaurant there, roasted chicken in tarragon sauce. It was really good. However, the water I had to drink with it, cost about 30% of the final bill. I really need to stop trusting waitstaff here. At least I was smart enough not to touch the bread they put on the table.
When I got back to the hostel, I spent a lot of time trying to update my journal about the run. I didn’t finish it until today, and I still wish I could have done better. I was more interested in getting all the facts down than making a good story. I think I need an editor to tighten it up.