“Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they named it San Diego, which of course in German means a whale’s vagina.” -Ron Burgandy

CON!

This snippet gets all geeky.

In early July I ran the Peachtree Road Race, one of my annual summer traditions.

Well, a week later I embarked on another annual summer tradition: ComicCon.

For those of you who don’t know what ComicCon is… what the hell planet do you live on?

Every July, over 130,000+ comic/film/TV/pop culture fanatics swarm to San Diego for five days of geek nirvana.

And I happily join them.

This year my buddies Jeff, Jack, “other” Scott and I once again boarded the train in LA (much better than driving) to head down San Diego way.

We wandered the expo floor, attended several panels, ran into friends/co-workers/celebs and hit numerous parties every night. Here’s some of the proof:

Tools on a train.

Room with a view.

Hello ComicCon.

The infamous “floor.”

Sporting the creds.

Na na na na na na na na na Batsuit.

This trooper is lego-tastic.

“I am not a gun.”

Saw it. Made me smile.

Getting all occulus.

And there’s this thing.

At Buzzfeed party with Jeff and a white background.

You sure this is the real Flash.

Busting myths and taking names.

Being blue with Chris Daughtry.

The crew with Lennie James aka “Morgan”

Hey, Beth is still alive!

With Ruben Blades… check him out in FEAR THE WALKING DEAD

More zombie shots with iZombie’s David Anders

Okay, I’m ready to go back to LA.

NOTE: I did bring my running clothes down with the intention of pounding some pavement, but apparently the partying got the best of me.

And after 5 days of living on finger food, booze and very little sleep, we made our wary way back to LA.

It was exhausting… and an absolute blast.

And on July 21, 2016 we get to do it all over again.

Geeks unite… and Run on!