Thoughts on Coming Home to Boston
On Thursday afternoon I popped outside for my lunch break and walked around Copley, like I always do. Only that day, the excitement in the air over the upcoming marathon was palpable. Workers were busy erecting bleacher seating and the medical tent in front of the BPL, and I noticed that many of the storefronts had marathon themes. And honestly, there was just something so beautiful about it all; it sort of touched me. I felt a little silly, but I started snapping pictures up and down Boylston Street. The doorman outside the Mandarin asked, "Are you running on Monday?" And I patted my belly and said, "Nah, not me; baby on board!" And he said, "Oh, well maybe next year. Bucket list?" I smiled as if to say "perhaps" but I walked away thinking, geez, I'm not sure I would ever run a marathon. It's not something I've ever even considered. But I still think it's an awesome thing to do, and the day is always a really special one for our city.