Spectator

For this year's Boston marathon, for the first time, I went to be a spectator.  I didn't go to cheer for anyone really in particular (though a friend of my friends was running and I figured if I saw her, I'd certainly scream a "GO LINDSAY!"), just to root on those crazy runners on Heartbreak Hill.  Mostly, I went because one of my best friends in the world is shipping off to army boot-camp at age 31 and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he leaves me for a long time.

Anyway, I went to be a spectator and cheered my little lungs out - it was amazing.  I loved seeing runners' faces light up when they heard their name or saw our ridiculous signs - mine said something like "Why do all the cute ones run away?", and my friend's said "Sexy (arrow pointing at runners), Lazy (arrow pointing at us)".  Today, my friend sent me a link to this article and I had to share it:

http://jezebel.com/the-people-who-watch-marathons-473405924

I think after the bombing last week, I thought about next year's Boston marathon and was worried that from now on, it will be somber and sad, but this article gave me hope.  I'm planning to go again next year for sure.  Keep cheering, spectators.

31 no more!

That's right, I turned 32, and what a great celebration it was - complete with balloon hat (thanks, Heather!).

My friends treated me to a delicious meal at Trattoria di Monica, followed by an amazing cannoli from the one and only Mike's Pastry, and danced the night away at Ned Divines to the delightful tunes of Kristen and the Noise (seriously, best cover band ever - my friend loved them so much she booked them for her wedding.  That was a present for all of us guests!).

Now - do I need to change my blog title?  Probably.  To what?  No idea.  I'll get back to you on that.  :)

Side note:  my thoughts and prayers are with those families directly affected by the bombings at the Boston Marathon today.  :(