Now having said all of that I have to say that I love number pick up day. I love going into Boston with the whole family and seeing the throngs of runners, all excited to be this close to the marathon and all excited to be taking a tangible step toward race day. I can't really descibe or explain the charge I get out of the simple act of picking up my number. It somehow just seems so....I don't know...exclusive? I know that is a little counter intuitive because how can something that is done every year by 25,000 other people be an exclusive thing. I don't know...maybe I'm just a dork. Anyway...although this looks like it was taken at a police station here is a picture of Scotty, Max and I at the Hynes.
Normally we would take the day to go to the swan boats or take in some other sights around Boston but yesterday was just a little too crappy, weather-wise. But, we did take a walk down to the finish line as we always do only to find that Boyalston Street was still open and we couldn't get right at the finish line but we did get these pics.
...and my personal favorite