After pulling it together physically, I rallied for a seafood dinner at Legal Seafoods. Nothing like filling up on fried sea scallops and french fries post 4+ hour sweat bath. The Boston Cream Pie and glass of wine didn’t hurt either. Later that night, I expressed all of my feelings about the marathon to the boy. He listened intently, let me feel every emotion, and supported me through each of them. I’m planning to post more on this at another time.
The next day, we played tourist, as my brother and I navigated everyone through the Freedom Trail.
We made it home Wednesday morning and I’ve been back to busy and back to running every since. Time to plan new goals, but maybe one more Boston post… 😉