Mike's Marathon Blog

Doesn’t it always feel like you need a relaxing weekend after your weekend? Last week seems like it was a year ago. Another weekend where I crammed as many things as possible into 48 hours. I suppose it doesn’t help when a quarter of your weekend is spent marathon training.

For our Saturday run, I wanted to show Miriam my dream house. The house is in Newton. We start in Southie.

We ran from A Street, through the city, all the way down Beacon  to Cleveland Circle, past BC, down Heartbreak and finally reached our destination near the corner of Comm Ave and Washington Street…….11 miles away.

It was worth it. This house is amazing! The design, the colors, the landscaping, the driveway, the location. It’s perfect! Miriam looked at it for awhile and finally told me that ‘it was cute.’ My condo would fit into this house’s kitchen. The front door alone is worth more than my car. Cute? Good luck to your poor husband!

Our trek back was a bit slower than the run out. We made our way back up the Newton Hills, took a bathroom break at Trader Joe’s, a Vitamin Water stop at Walgreens, a Fig Newton/Luna Bar breather at CVS, another bathroom break at Dunkins and got back to Miriam’s 4 hours and 22 miles later. It was the 2nd longest distance I have ever run, besides the Boston Marathon. NYC, I am ready for you.

After leaving my house at 8:30 that morning, I finally returned 6 and a half hours later. Yes, time commitment is the hardest and worst part of training for a marathon. I wasn’t home 2 hours when my friends arrived and my Saturday night had already begun. Our original plan was to eat dinner at our house and then head into Boston to watch one of our favorite bands. Luckily we were all feeling super lazy that night and plans shifted from a bar to our living room in front of the TV. Trust me, the new plan got a 2 thumbs-up from me and my feet.

More friends were at our door bright and early the next morning for a fun-filled day of apple picking. I usually despise this day every Fall, but our friends were bringing their baby, so it was far more exciting than Jack and I walking around a field filling a $25 paper bag with dirty apples (I just don’t get it!).

Jackson picking his 1st apple

Jack’s annual picture of her in an apple tree. Why? No idea.

Noel and Jackson

Hey, Mack’s Apples, you can use this pic for the front page of your website if you want.

Everyone came back to our place afterward for some dinner, football, Pumpkinhead (with Vanilla Stoli of course), apple crisp, pumpkin ice cream and pumpkin cookies, which were honestly the best cookies I have ever eaten in my life. The only living being in the house not enjoying themselves was the devil creature that Jacky purchased for a pet. She hates humans, so she was obviously unhappy when 7 of them decided to intrude on her relaxing Sunday. She hates babies the most, so she barked non-stop, well pretty much the entire day, but mainly when Jackson was playing with her toys and her Scooby Doo pumpkin. There was no bloodshed, so chalk it up to a successful get-together.