i met julie in newton between the 20 and 21 mile mark of the boston marathon route around 11am, at the start of the infamous heartbreak hill. i came by motorcycle, it wasn't as cold as i thought because i bundled up. she hung out with her hash friends, i did my own thing, got a sausage ($5) for lunch before the first runners arrived, the men's wheelchair division, followed by the women's wheelchair. next came the women, followed by the men. i parked myself close to the summit of the hill with the sun behind my back so i had the best vintage point. i thought i'd take a lot of photos but sometimes when there's just too many interesting things i have a sensory overload and end up taking just a few (still, my few is 262 photos). this was also my third boston marathon (as a spectator), so some of the novelty of the event has worn off.
sometimes i wonder if i could run a marathon. i have a hard enough time sustaining 3 miles let alone 26 miles so that's not going to work in my favor. watching these runners is definitely inspiring though; makes me want to go running tomorrow, and work on my speed so hopefully by the end of the summer i can reach that proverbial 6 minute mile mark.
i left around 4pm. suprisingly, my feet pains came back - i now think that it isn't the walking or the running that causes them but rather the long hours of standing. i thought julie had already gone but i heard her calling my name when i got to my bike. i came back home, ate the easter ham julie had given me, went to get some groceries, took a nap on the sofa watching a documentary about rubber, then woke up to make myself some ramen for dinner before prison break and 24. i microwaved a bag of salsa-flavored popcorn - that's my new indulgence food. later on ABC i watched what about brian, one of my favorite new shows.