Now certainly I know how to count. You can read alllll about day four but beware, it’s kind of a yawn-fest. 😉
Our final day in Boston, was sadly only a few hours. After waking up as soon as the sun rose, damn you Pineal Gland! I tip-toed around the condo to be sure not to wake anyone else. Showered up, threw on some of my new digs, slammed some breakfast and read a little bit of some of my new books: Ultramarathon Man and Mile Markers.
Eventually Mommaberries woke up and convinced me to go with her to the roof-top terrace to check things out.
Seriously, it was like a 20 flights of the narrowest and steepest stairs you have ever seen. After taking a few breaks to catch our breath, we finally squeezed ourselves through the door to the roof and caught some fun views of the city!
The street corner cafe that was seriously NEVER open. WTF.
Me, wearing every color of the rainbow and not giving a flip about what anyone else thought.
I earned that bright yellow tech top and black and green jacket, thank you!
And, well, the brown pants are bamboo yoga pants and are so comfortable they will melt your face off. And let’s be honest, after running a marathon, my legs and badonka are a tad on the swollen side, and there was no way I was going to squeeze my bod into something that didn’t have an elastic waistband.
Seriously, how cute is Mommaberries?! Don’t you just want to give her a hug?!
After our best model shots, it was time to
kick wake up the hubs, pack up and head back to the O-H-I-O.