Just had the loveliest long Patriots Day weekend. Ben, Kim, Eliot, Jonathan, Joe and new girlfriend Kara, and the Parker family all came up to watch Ben run the marathon. The weather, food, and company could not be matched.
This is Jonathan and me at the U.S. women’s Olympic trials on Sunday morning. They looped through downtown Boston, across the river to Cambridge and back again, several times adding up to 26.2 miles:
We ate Sunday brunch at the Deluxe Town Diner in Watertown – ah memories! I reminded the owners who I was, and they cheerfully remembered their former waitresses Hope and Tami, the best in the business:
Ben at the 25th mile. He finished 235th overall and, even better, smoked Lance Armstrong by 8 minutes. We cheered from our lazy spots on the Comm Ave median:
The silver sea of finishers in Copley Square:
A couple highlights from the weekend, besides the marathon itself: we had a pasta party at our house Sunday night, sauce courtesy of Lutheran choir friends/Ben’s grad school friends Chris and Anne, and are now indulging ourselves in the leftovers. Three sauces – one with capers, olives and tuna, one with chicken, spinach, and cinnamon, one with veggies – mmmmm. Also, the weekend seemed to be full of praise songs that rotated through our heads, and at one point we turned the forgettable tune “Come Now is the Time to Worship” into an unforgettable a capella chorus full of soft, rich harmonies. I never thought it could sound so good.