I heart Boston. Big Time.

I am ridiculously in love with Boston. It is simply one of the most beautiful cities that I have ever been in. I flew in on Friday night, home late last night. A quick trip to watch my sister rock the marathon, and then back to business. A few notes:

- Andrea ran a 3.26. (see below for a video of Andrea and my mother's hand)
- We stayed in Cambridge, at a hotel right next to M.I.T. It was embarrassing because the recruiting people from M.I.T. would NOT leave us alone. They just kept saying – “please, come and solve this math equation for us”. FYI M.I.T. nerds, I am so above where you are, we talk in different languages. I solve equations you don’t know exist.
- Lance ran the marathon with a posse. And when I say posse, I mean he ran with 4 people around him at all times. Come now. Necessary? I think not. Take a seat, Lance.
- Went to the marathon after-party (because I totally deserved to go…watching those runners was hard work). Note: if you ever need to feel “cool”; go to a marathon after-party. Although they have lots of fun, marathoners are not exactly super cool. There were a few people randomly having “Westhawks” around the bar; will post-pictures after. For those of you who don’t know the lingo: a Westhawk = a nap taken in the middle of a party.
- We toured Harvard; went on a tour of Fenway Park; hung out in Boston Common and in the Public Garden; watched the hockey game at Cheers. Loved it all. Will post some pics when I get home because I know most of you prefer pictures to words. And that’s OK.
AND – this is being put in writing so you can appreciate that it is big news that I am going to be forced to live up to.
I want to run the Boston Marathon. I. Want. To. Run!