1) People who run can drink a lot. I've never seen so many folks slugging back Long Island Teas at 11 a.m. while at the same time exposing 98 percent of their completely ripped physiques:
Gives credence to the twin adages that alcohol contains performance-inducing carbohydrates and that I'm not the only one who runs primarily to eat and drink whatever I want.
2) A lot of folks I know read Boston.com. And wanted to know about this race. Because a lot of folks I know directed me to this link as early as late Saturday afternoon:
It pays to make friends with the Globe photographer, because a professional wouldn't put a bad picture in his paper.
3) The cold really was more tolerable than you might expect. With the wind chill the air felt like about 5°F.
But a scarf and arm warmers helped. A shot of Grey Goose did, too. It also helped, once on Boylston and huddled in a clump like so much cattle, we jumped up and down en masse for 10+ minutes screaming "Spee-DO! Spee-DO! Spee-DO!"
Even if it caused wicked-cramped calf muscles and endless armpit views like this:
I mean, I shaved.....but hey.
4) Sometimes naked flesh is sexy. Sometimes not. From the middle of the pack, this was my view for most of the run.
Proves that even folks with chutzpah and defined abs are human in their underwear.