Holy Hiatus

The 2 week wedding/honeymoon hiatus is over and it's back to the real world of running. I can't believe the Seattle marathon is LESS than a month away. Needless to say, I'm a little freaked out! Not only freaked out, but burned out too. This is not the time to lose my motivation, but I am tired of running! I'm tired of thinking about running, feeling guilty about not running, and being nervous about not being able to run enough!

So for the rest of this post, I'm not writing about running. I'm going to write about the wedding bubble that I've lived in for the past 2 weeks.

The wedding was beautiful, with only a few minor bumps along the way. I guess I mean bumps literally, considering that one of my bridesmaids came down with shingles a few days before the wedding and could not be in it. There was also a minor fire during the ceremony caused by a dripping candleabra that one of my quick thinking bridesmaids had to put out. All in all, it was a perfect day with perfect weather and surrounded by the best family and friends.

Due to lack of vacation time, Ryan and I went on a mini 'let's not call this a honeymoon' getaway to Boston. I had high expectations for this city that were mostly based on my obviously defective memory. I'm not saying that Boston isn't a nice city, it is. It's just not one that you should spend more than 2 days in. I remember (or so I think I do) as a teenager visiting the place where the Boston Tea Party occurred. I expertly navigated us around the city to this location (turns out I had the better sense of direction for the entire trip). I can honestly say I've never been more disappointed in a hyped up historical landmark than when I saw Boston's ode to the Tea Party. It was a sign. That was it. A sign that said 'This is where the Tea Party occurred'. It may have given a little history about it, but really, they make you study all of this stuff all through school and that's all they can give? A sign? Where's the boat? Or some sort of re-enactment? Nada. So disappointing. Oh, and Beantown, the Yankees do not suck.