Hilly, But There Was Chili

Back to the wilds of Littleton, Acton and Harvard for another Boston Marathon training run, this time 18 miles of Hiding on the Backstreets.  If anyone is wondering what the hilliest town in our running area is, we can answer that question for you.  With authority.

We always look so cheerful at the outset of these things

Sean, going with the Michael Jackson one-glove schtick, much to Tommy's delight. 

We started out dressed a lot heavier than needed, as the temps crept up into the 50s before we finished, leading to a lot of clothes-shedding along the way.   We kept it G-rated.

Possibly the only nanosecond during the run that I was actually in front of Carlos and Nick (which is why we captured it on film) 

Not an apple in sight 

 So here's a question for all you runners - when you come to a fork in the road, and left takes you along a flat road, and right takes you up the steepest hill that the town of Harvard has to offer, which way do you go?

(That was a rhetorical question)

One of four town line battles along the course.  Tommy took the first, and always-important one.  Sean scorched to victory on the second.  The other two are up for debate. 

Because we didn't have enough hills on the first 17.8, it only makes sense to finish up the second biggest hill of the course, to end at my sister's house.  Here, Andrew declares he's number one.  Only he used the wrong finger to declare it.  I think.

SPARTAAAAAA! 

First to the town line, Tommy gets first dibs at the chili waiting for us afterwards, courtesy of my sister Kathleen.

Avengers indeed Assembled today

Because as any reader of this blog knows, it's all about the feedbag waiting at run's end, and as is often the case with us, Mexican was on the menu today!

Here's Andrew making sure the Founder of the Feast isn't taking the last bowl

The Spoils of War

36 days to go to the Starting Line in Hopkinton!