Sunday in Boston was wonderful.
The sun came out, marathon madness was building and Mom and I got to enjoy more of the city — as I got more and more anxious for Monday morning to arrive.
We started the day with a shake-out run of about 3.5 easy miles. Now, this seems minor, but Mom’s last run on the road was almost seven months ago, and she hasn’t trained consistently for over a year. She’s been rehabbing from back surgery and has slowly built up using the super cool Alter-G treadmill, but I was more than thrilled to accompany her on her first real post-injury run. And in Boston, no less. Perfect. We ran through Cambridge up to Harvard and then back to our hotel. The legs felt good the whole time, and I definitely felt that resting on Saturday was a good call.
Followed that up with a much-needed shower, breakfast and an experimental T ride so that I would know what to do to get to the bus-loading area on Monday morning. We arrived at the west end of Newbury Street to start — what else — shopping. Mostly looking, but a little bit of buying. Honestly, though, I came away from this weekend with WAY more new running gear than anything else. Count it: two pairs of capri tights, one pair of warm-up pants, two shorts, one short-sleeve top, one tee, one hat, one headband, one half-zip pullover. Yeah, I KNOW. Send me into a race expo and a two-story Niketown and I’m done.
Since the weather was sunnier and warmer than Saturday, we decided to visit the finish line again.
And a closer look:
The line is painted on the ground year-round and touched up for the race:
I love that everything in Boston — from street banners to metro ads — becomes marathon-centric:
I wish I could have stolen one of the No Parking/Marathon Monday signs posted on the street lamps along the course.
Anyway, after I exhausted Mom’s picture-taking patience — it required a lot of shots before I was satisfied — we headed off for a late lunch of tomato soup, salad and bread at a Newbury St. bistro. It was almost 3pm and we’d planned to meet up with Lauren, Katie and a few other bloggers for a home-cooked pre-race meal. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived back at the hotel, all I wanted was to crash. And I definitely wasn’t going to be hungry again at 5:30pm.
So sadly we didn’t make it to Lauren’s, and I was definitely bummed I missed homemade lasagna and beer bread, among other goodies, as well as hang-out time with other awesome ladies. But in the end, it was a better plan for me to stay in, relax with Spirit of the Marathon and an order of pasta marinara with steamed veggies and more bread.
Then I laid out my race outfit, packed my bag and tried to quell some of my nervous excitement and get some much-needed shut-eye. Always hard before a race, and especially before one as big as BOSTON.
And my race day outfit (I switched out a white Nike top at the last minute):
Just a few more hours until the MARATHON OF ALL MARATHONS!