Rainy, drizzley end to the week. Seven miles this morning after staying up past my bedtime celebrating my parents’ anniversary, my mother’s birthday, and my godmother being in town to run the Boston Marathon. She comes yearly and was my inspiration for running and sticking with it. Her husband and brother-in-law celebrated with us as well. Lots of laughs, vino, and Pennsylvania and West Coast beer. A good time for sure. Good luck tomorrow, Rhonda! We’ll be the wind at your butt (don’t ask).

Keep Boston running,
Amy