Boston, b*tches!

I'm sorry, I can't help myself with the title. It's basically what I said every waking hour while in Boston. Aside from the obvious Boston -esque jokes such as "wicked awesome" and "supah". I've had more fun with that damn accent, I can't even tell you.

It's 500 years late, but, Boston was a dream. Yes, work was exhausting, I wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep, but, it was so worth it.

I gained more weight than I care to discuss, but, it's only so often that I'm going to get to eat chowdah in Boston! I mean come on. (also? chowdah is not good for me. Neither is 90% of what I ate whilst in Beantown. Remind me of that next time, k?)

Lunching on Newbury Street, dining in the North End, taking the bus to Hahhhvad with my very best friend, meeting my redheaded running soul sister, getting to stalk my running hero (who I am so insanely happy for because he had a freakin' amazing race and I'm so bummed I couldn't stay and watch him finish) meeting sweet Emily (who rocked Boston, by the way) and Christy (who signed up for my race! Yay!) and oh yeah--getting to be in Boston and on Boylston for the finish of the marathon? Please pinch me, I must be dreaming.

It was the best time ever. And you can bet your ass I'll be back next year. And the year after, and the year after that....And then one year, I will BQ and I'll run it! Eek!

Seriously, get thee to Boston for Marathon Monday. You'll be glad you did.

My fabulous redheaded running sister, Morgan. Why do I look pregnant here? Ugh, suck it in lady! Suck it in! (sidenote: is it mutually exclusive that if you're redheaded you must be short? Because she only out talls me by like an inch. I've yet to meet a tall redhead....)


Looking down Boylston to the finish line!!

Umm, we were thisclose to the runners!
Amazing!
Female winner with her police escort.
At the Puma store in Back Bay (INikki was dying that I insisted on taking this photo at 11:45PM). Do you have any idea how much fun I had with the Boston accent? Because really! 26.2 miles is supah fah!
Me and my Nikki at dinnah in Hahhhvahhd Square. I miss her already.
About as close to Ryan Hall as I'm every going to get. And yes, the person taking this photo was mortified. Me? Notsomuch.
Bwhahaha, Boston!! I have the orange shirt, which is wildly hilarious because I'm wicked slow. The white shirt says on the back "run Boston, it's a wicked pissah". I find this wildly hilarious too.
This accounts for 10 of the 20 lbs I gained.
Cannoli of my dreams. And the size of my head. I didn't even run 26.2 for this bad boy. I'm lucky.

There is so much more I could ramble about, but, it would take years. I still haven't stopped talking about it (my husband is about to get out the duct tape, I'm sure!). I had so much fun.

Watching the female elites finish with Morgan? Freaking awesome. I got teary, I won't lie!

The fact that she missed some of the male elites because she was on a potty break? Something I would totally do. This just means we'll have to be back there next year sista! Or you know, I'll be there and you'll be running.

The best trip I've had while not running a marathon myself? Heck yes.

OK, can I go back to Boston now? (This little Southerner never thought she could love the North so much!)