basking in the glory

After hours and hours of lounging on our couch yesterday, Melissa and I finally motivated to run around 3:30 p.m. We had one  last training run to hammer out. We couldn’t avoid it, it had to be done. We pumped ourselves up by taking stupid pictures and belting out some tunes.

Let me tell you something– 21 miles is a long ass run. It seemed as though we ran for 3 weeks straight. We started running during day light hours and by the time we finished it was dark. Because Boston is so small, we needed to run the entire Charles River and then weave in and out of the city streets to cover more miles. We had a bunch of interesting encounters along the way that kept our minds busy. (Some old perv asked if we were in a wet t-shirt contest because we were so sweaty. We kicked him in the balls and kept it moving.) We also ran through a parade which was cool for about 2 minutes. During the last mile, the sky opened up and dumped rain on us. It felt symbolic and made us laugh. We managed to stay positive despite aching knees and shoulders. Having big boobs is a disservice when running. Feels like cannon balls are hanging from my collar-bone.

Melissa and I were super proud of ourselves for tackling such a great distance. Finishing a run, be it 4 miles or 20, brings about a feeling of euphoria that cannot be matched. Unless you’re popping ecstasy pills.  Running is a self-esteem builder and a test of will. With that said, I’m happy that our long training runs are behind us. Only one run left before the big day. Sweet!

We celebrated with lots of beer, good company, and then an amazing lunch today at the Beehive. If you live in the area, please go there and gobble up the most amazing meal ever- the Mezze Platter.  You might just cream your pants. No joke.

Adios, loves.