Can I beg you to stay with me for one more Boston post? Then I’ll shut up about it…promise…well, maybe. Because our trip was so jam packed, it was near impossible to cram it all into one post, thus, I had to spread it out. This post is definitely not in chronological order, but highlights the rest of our trip outside of Marathon Monday. Plus, I’ll try and let the photos do all of the talking.
First and foremost, I’m going to be a whiny baby and say that Boston was freezing. Leisurely walking around to enjoy the sights and snap photos was instead, “Holy crap. This wind is ridiculous. I need to buy gloves. Do we have more layers to wear? Why didn’t I bring a thicker jacket!”
After our red-eye flight in on Friday night, we snuck a few zzz’s in then made our way to expo. I must say, I am actually a really big fan on expos. I love picking up my number, exploring all of the new goodies, pretending like I don’t know what I’m doing and letting the people give their little speeches then score free gear, and of course, the shopping. However, this expo failed to meet my standards. It was spread out between multiple rooms, small aisles and simply not enough space. Essentially, quasi-organized chaos. However, the highlights of this particular expo includes TONS of free samples and meeting Josh Cox where we exchanged Twitter advice.
Chicken Face is always such a good sport for spending a couple of hours with me at the expo. This time around, he assured me that, “Ryan Hall has got nothin’ on him…” and that he is “Almost positive that he didn’t steal this bar, but he’s not 100% sure.”
Also included in our Beantown adventure was a a lot of walking around the city to see what we could stumble upon, a trip to Fenway Park, photo ops at the finish line, a fantastic blogger meet-up hosted by the fabulous Kim, exploring Harvard, a failed attempt to go to MIT and the Samuel Adams brewery tour, and oh, and lots and lots of food.
A note to everyone who will ever travel with me (i.e. Aron and Tara this weekend): don’t allow me to provide directions. Instead of heading to the Quincy Market in downtown Boston that would have only taken us about 10 minutes to get to, I moronically took us on a 30 minute train ride all the way to the city of Quincy where there was a 7-11 like store called the Quincy Market. But hey – at least the trees were in bloom.
All in all, it was a good trip with good friends, good food and good times. I’m so thankful that I was able to experience Boston in this way and with people that I’m proud to call my friends and my fiancé.
Here’s to memories of a lifetime and happy running!