Boston 2014 P. 1

After a half day at work on Friday, I met with Ber. As a PA in the ER, working triage, and between patients she had created a care package for me: fuzzy socks for pamper and chapstick, all hand selected from Scott, her husband. There were inspirational quotes & images, a note from the two pups, Mags & Bailey, signed in blue pawprints. And sentimentally, there was a charm, to be strung between laces, that she wore at Boston last year when she broke her 2:50 barrier; which was then passed down to Kristen when she ran her 2:43. Now, the both of them were passing their luck to me.

We shook our legs out on the harbor, then set off for Ballard for dinner with Mck at the Root Table. We had roasted garlic broccoli and chicken curry skewers. I had mint tea to clear up my face sickness and a Menage Thai featuring all forms of curry. Everything in the restaurant held abstractions of wood furniture, angled, thick-legged chairs, blocks of wood with knots in the tabletop, menus on paper between two hinged blocks of it. We got ice cream after - rose and coffee chocolate chip in huge waffle cones, then went to LB's for our pre-flight girl's night. 

LB said she had a surprise for us, but wanted to tell us in person. S & I concocted a list of all possibles, thinking she or someone was pregnant, that she got a puppy, that she was moving back home to Bellingham. We come to find that her father has rented us a limo to pick us up race morning with our luggage, and will drop us off at the start line, then deliver our luggage to our second hotel. We busted a nut. I feel entirely self-conscious about stepping out of a limo onto the start line. It's ridiculous and the cutest thing ever.

LB suffered a hamstring seizing last week & had been furtive in PT to get back to confidence for the race. We had this really sexy situation of four women on one bed, spraying LB in skin adhesive and kinesio-taping her ham, with her shorts tucked into her crack.

Throwing our bags in the car, the cherry blossoms were full & something about them seemed to say that everything was exactly as it should be. LB's man drove us to the airport & we sent her off on her direct flight; S & I having a layover in Texas. Arrival: Midnight.