I ran Boston!
Okay, not the Boston Marathon. But I did finally drag myself out of bed early enough to get a real workout in. When I saw that it wasn’t raining and it was fairly warm (34 F – all you southerners are laughing at me right now for calling that warm), I pulled on my running clothes and headed out the door. I had no idea where I was going, and in my haste to leave the hotel I had neglected to stop to get a running map from the front desk. No matter. I figured I’d make my own route. …