The irony of any con as a non-specialized fan is the doubt that you’ll find enough to keep you occupied. The fear that you won’t get your admission value, that in won’t be worth it.

And then it starts and you have that odd twist that you have to sacrifice a panel because you are hungry. I carry several meals with me during the con, and now I’m taking a break to find a table so I can settle down and have lunch.

At least I’m logging serious mileage, cons are good for cardio in that respect.