In the list of things I love, the "taper" now holds a special place in my heart.A sleek (ok, a slow--see my new sign (and motto) at right--all I need now is a beeping noise when I back up) 12 or 13 through Southie left me happy, healthy, and heading for home and large pot of Folger's Classic Roast. (Okay, two pots--but I blame that on Brenda.)
We're getting closer now...and it is official. Got my bib number a week or two ago (22453), and busy planning the logistics of where to put my parents on the course. Strange, though I worry about my mom and dad becoming frazzled at the alarming number of people out and about on Marathon Monday, it is more likely that I'll pop over the top of Heartbreak Hill to find them clinking plastic keg cups with some random kids in Brookline.
Only one more longish run to go, which will hover around a blissfully short 10 miles. In a bid to exorcise any local demons, I may head for the hills to do it...or at least out of beantown.
I'll be seeing you on the 21st, though.... :)
3 comments:
Arrgh Whats this plastic stuff Vern? Me and the Mates shall be swilling from tin Tankerts Arrgh!!
aaaarrrrgh, methinks that Vern's mates may be swilling rrrrrruuummmmm on the starboard side of the route! have fun!
I want one of those signs now too :)
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