
So I watched part of the Boston Marathon yesterday. It was crowded and loud and drunk. There was the usual assortment of drunken frat boys, cheesy girls and satanic children. Runners included the usual - A guy in a pink ballerina suit, someone talking on their phone (?!) and an old guy who doesn't look like he should be able to get out of his chair let alone run 26 miles. I had one eye out for Lisa Wyman the whole time, as I do every year. I just go on the assumption that she running, but really I have no idea if she's run a marathon before. And of course, the whole time I was thinking, "I could totally run a marathon. No problem. I just have to train. I'm signing up for that 5k I used to every year. It's a month away When I get home, I'm going for a run." When I got home I ate a bunch of candy, took a nap and never signed up for the race. But now that it stays light later, I have time to go running after work. I'm totally kicking ass and taking names in next year's marathon.