Last night, I needed to get out for a run; Jack was hoping to take advantage of the gorgeous weather to enjoy a drink outside.
Ever the multi-taskers, we laced up and ran five miles to the waterfront – only to take one look at the obscene lines snaking from every door, about face and retreat to an outdoor standby, Kinsale. Two large salads, two excellent beers and several terrible karaoke acts later, we snagged some Hubway bikes for the first time this season and headed for home. A beautiful run, bikes and beers with my beau? Pretty much the best of all worlds.
And so, (Gr)attitude: Mile Three has to go out to Jack. From designing the KateRuns site to helping with events to supporting my marathon ventures even though they take an enormous amount of time to, more recently, becoming my most frequent running buddy, Jack’s love, support and understanding of my marathoning mood swings are absolutely invaluable.
Thanks, babe. You’re pretty neat.
[...] colder than this time last year – when highs in Boston were in the 80s and Jack and I had a lovely warm run and dinner al fresco. (Thanks for that reminder, Timehop. [...]