I didn't run yesterday because it was my last day in MA. I spent the whole day in downtown Boston. I got up early, started in the North End (where all the great Italian Bakeries and Restaurants are) and then walked the whole circle of town (through Beacon Hill, Boston Commons, Public Gardens, down Commonwealth Ave and to the Boston Museam of Fine arts). I didn't even take the T. No one can accuse me of wasting a single mili-second of these past 2 weeks and I have run and walked hundreds of miles. I finished my day (before jumping on the plane) by eating another biscotti biscuit (I'd purchased in the morning at the bakery) with hazlenut gelato looking over the Charles River onto the sail boats, while revisiting memories of the days before. This morning found me on my own bike trail back in Utah-- in utter shock and something close to despair that it was over just as quickly as it began. I let the visual difference in the trees, plants, and flowers with all their different shades of green, sink into my conciousness. I noted how no sweat ran in rivulets down my face or arms. The air is so dry here, I'd forgotten how sweat drys into salt on you skin. There are so many ways I have to pick up the pieces where I left off on July 17th; School, soccer, piano, Life. Hmm. (Double Hmmm). Only 365 more days until the next time I can do that again. It was wonderful. Now I have to be satisfied with the memories, like leftovers in the fridge. | 