Sunday, 7AM, on the Red Line. There were about 10 people in the train car, two wearing scrubs and the rest of us in running clothes and racing bibs. Because no one else would ever be up and about so early on a Sunday.
Last weekend was the B.A.A. 10K, the middle leg of the summer’s distance medley that Colleen and I are participating in. Now that I finally live in Cambridge, I took the T down to Boston Common for the race start. The closer to the T station I got, the more people I saw coming out of the woodwork – and everyone had their racing gear on. Runners were swarming the T and converging on Boston Common. Kind of like a zombie attack, but with really peppy zombies.
There isn’t too much to say about the race, except that it was much better managed than the 5K was in April. I don’t know if people complained about that race, or if the 5K is just the forgotten stepchild of Marathon weekend, or what, but the difference was noticeable. There were actual time seeding markers at the start and they sent us off in waves. It was the most organized race I’ve ever been in. You know, of all three races I’ve ever been in.
So, we raced. We finished. We all PR’d*.
And then we went to brunch!
*Note: Neither Colleen nor I have ever run a 10K before. Her boyfriend Matt really did PR this time, though!
Looks like living in Boston agrees with you. And that brunch looks pretty amazeballs! Really, what is the point of running in a Sunday morning race if you can’t have brunch afterwards?!
Go us! That brunch was totally worth every mile.