Why on earth did I sign up for the Boston marathon? What the fuck am I doing out here?
It’s so cold, I can’t even feel my toes. Now I know what a polar vortex is.
Ok, another 8 miles to go.
How much would I be ready to spend for a hot chocolate right now?
This is so beautiful, there is no one, the Park is mine!
I can’t believe that Matt agreed to guide me today, he isn’t even preparing for Boston. At least I have some kind of justification for putting myself through this, he’s just crazy.
Oh this wind is lethal!
What, that was only one mile?
Here is another Achilles group, they are such diehards! I love those guys. I’m so proud to be one of them.
My wife is probably still asleep, it’s so nice and warm back at home. A hot bath will be wonderful.
I’m very slow today.
The birds are so happy, why are they so happy?
This has to be the most difficult run I’ve ever done.
I need to learn how to spit like a man, Matt does it very well.
Should we take a shortcut? Yes, that sounds like a good idea. We ran a lot today.
What is Nietzsche’s quote again, that which does not kill us makes us stronger? Germans are not like the rest of us anyway.
Matt is such a great friend, I’m very lucky. If I were alone out here, I would have stopped a long time ago.
Why did I take only one tissue? I probably look like shit right now.
I hate those guys that brag on Facebook about their run, but I don’t care, today I will brag.
A shortcut, what? Is this really what I’m here for?
Come on Charles, let’s pick up the pace, I want to hear Matt complain a little.
That’s more like it, this is my Boylston Street, I love this.
