Today is my favorite day in Boston – MARATHON DAY!
I get very emotional watching people run races. Short/long, road/track, elite/average…doesn’t matter. I could stand there and cheer for hours. Races are all about individual performance and yet they feel so collective, especially these past few years in Boston.
The other reason I love Marathon Day is that it’s often a truly spring-filled vacation day. Not the version of spring with gloves and snow-covered forsythia, but the version with green grass, flowering trees, and no jackets.
Because this was just two weeks ago:
And this was us at mile marker 20 today:
My efforts to rest my wrists by limiting knitting have been mixed. I did a full one-week break and then tried taking it up again, but for slower and shorter periods of time. Things still hurt, so I should probably cut back more. It’s easier to fill evening hours without knitting though as the nights get warmer and the sunsets later.