Marathon Monday

As much as I wanted to be happy for those that competed and completed the challenging course in a middle of a heat wave, I couldn't help but to selfishly feel sad all day long.

Too many memories in Boston, especially from April 2011 and the months leading up to it...

Daily coffee breaks with Bunny to let her escape BAA headquarters, beers after 14 hour days with (for the BAA, not me!), watching the posters go up all over the city, smelling spring when it finally came for countless Heartbreak training runs, scooting all over the city with TK, stuffing volunteer bags in the back closet, Mayor's reception, the best good luck hug ever in the lobby of Copley Square, VIP bus and motorcycle escorts out to Hopkinton, Stew asking for a beer at the finish of his second marathon, World's Best performances, my friends and family on the deck of Parish celebrating, a glimpse of the Press Room, sidecars in Copley Square, and watching the BAA congratulate each other on a day that would go down in history...then we left for Puerto Rico.

So...getting to work at 6:30am to set up three computer screens, forcing all my co-workers to watch something they had limited interest in, and trying to shorten all of my morning appointments...did not hold a candle to last year.

April 2011, you rocked, and I miss you.