I’m leaving on a jet plane to Nepal! Well, to Shanghai then Kunming and a long layover and THEN Nepal. But my Delta status meant I got access to the international lounge before my flight. More wine? Don’t mind if I do! Pistori! Pistori!
I had prepurchased my race photos from MarathonFoto before running the race. I wasn’t sure how they’d turn out given the forecast but they offer “a 100% satisfaction guarantee” so I figured if they were all terrible or if they failed to snap my pic along the way (as happened in London a few years […]
There’s a moment in Mel Brooks’ The Producers when Gene Wilder as Leo Bloom is hysterically ranting and raving and Zero Mostel’s Max Bialystock throws a glass of water on him. BLOOM I’m wet! I’m wet! I’m hysterical and I’m wet! BIALYSTOCK IN A DESPERATE MOVE TO STOP BLOOM’S HYSTERICS, SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE. […]
My eyes were watering. I had trouble concentrating. I was tired, had been all day partly due to the next door quinceanera Saturday night that went until 4 am Sunday morning. You can see it on my face, the bags under my eyes exceeding all carry-on allotments. Tonight, I couldn’t stay up so I went […]
“Springtime.” It’s April 15th and it’s snowing. The Goodwill Store in Jamaica Plain is overrun with runners desperately buying layers for tomorrow’s marathon. I almost bought a pair of dress pants that fit surprisingly well but instead went with half off red tagged baggy sweatpants as my disposable option. And I picked up a Spider-Man […]
The Infinite Tour continues… so named because the routing is back and forth and back and forth like this: The Boston Marathon is tomorrow… the Kathmandu Urban Marathon is on Sunday. The temperature swings are as wide as the flights are roundabout.
Oh, man… the wind is howling this morning and a cold front has definitely moved through… and continues to do so. I had planned on going to the runner pasta dinner but there are now two issues – 1) it’s probably going to be snowing/sleeting most of the afternoon here in Boston and 2) my […]
It’s a bit surreal being back in Boston as I have a history here besides the marathon. Years ago it was almost home, although I never really loved the town. Loved the girl, but not the town. And now it’s something of an awkward self fulfilling prophesy of dislike, I guess. While walking around yesterday […]
A reminder of why I decided to come back this year. Five years on…
There’s a change in weather on the horizon… Swell. And now a moment of Zen aboard United Airlines Flight 200… You should only hear the sound of the engines at 37,000 feet. I’m a conscientious flyer and always use my headphones.