Non sequential

This will be all out of order, but I want to talk about the race now.

We arrived in Boston on Saturday night, had dinner and went to bed. Sunday we spent picking up our packages at the expo and getting some Boston gear and it was so jam packed it was absolutely ridiculous. I was starting to wig out at the end.

Afterwards we met at the finish line for some photos with some other members of our running group and then we went for dinner and then we went to sleep the fitful sleep of the damned.

Let's see. We were jet-lagged from our flight. We were dealing with a three hour time time difference. We were not sleeping in our own beds. I'm guessing I got about three or four hours of sleep.

We get up at 5am, which is really 2am for us and we get ready to go and take the buses out to Hopkington at about 7:15. We arrive around 8 and it's so cold and cloudy and we have two hours to kill before Michael's wave leaves and mine is half an hour after that and we're cold, tired and anxious. Keeping warm was almost impossible.

Michael's wave leaves and I wander around the athletes' village aimlessly and line up in a gargantuan line for the porta-potties, for something to do (and because I always feel the urge to urinate 87 times before the gun goes off).

Almost eff up the beginning. I am in corral 16 - one or two corrals from the start of the second wave. And I can't get through the fifteen thousand people fast enough: I'm staring at my watch and the gun goes off in five minutes and I'm at corral 23 and there's just no way. So I move off to the side and, with some other runners, start running through people's front lawns to try and get to the head of the pack and I make it with three minutes to spare.

First time I've ever actually been situated with people that run the same speed as me. What a novel concept!