After Lexington, we went to the Boston Marathon. We walked from our house (well, ran, because we wanted to make the elite men). We pulled up to Commonwealth Ave, which is on the last mile of the race, just as the first man passed. We saw a few of the last elite women pass, and one wheel chair.
I was more than a little sad that I wasn’t running. It was good motivation to buckle down this summer and qualify this fall.
We rounded off Patriots Day by having a bbq with some friends in the Westgate playground, and then eating an apple pie and playing a game. The Great Dalmuti, a game about rising to the top of a caste system. Fitting.
