My FIRST BOSTON marathon

I ran my first marathon last year and it will be always attached in my heart because of the joy I lived that day; I experienced pure happiness in that race and without looking for it, I qualified for the Boston Marathon.

I ran my second marathon this past Monday in Boston, and I can not help but thinking that it will be also incredibly glued in my soul forever.

My time was 3:55:20 Not as well as I hoped, but because I went there to enjoy this event without expectations, I have a bunch of great memories that I would not change for any better time. And I am happy as a pie with it.

So I am fully happy for:

-having full love and support from my family

-being around very joyful people

-watching so many faces along the race cheering for all the runners

-reading funny signs all over the race

-saying hi, hola and bonjour to runners

-picking up ridiculous amounts of orange slices

-passing by the Tunnel of Love

-smiling 99% of the time (yeah, the hills took the 1% off)

-running along with a 24 weeks pregnant woman kicking $ss

-hearing my husband calling my name 200 meters before the finish line

-passing by a barefoot runner complaining, but running

-the fabulous weather we had that day

-my medal!

-for the incredible organization of this event

-feeling like a superhero (and walking like a cool zoombie)

-for the good pain in my back right after I crossed the finish line

-an emotional group hug with my family at the end of the race

-because I KNOW I will run Boston again

Not so happy for:

-watching a lady felt on the ground on the 4 mile marker

-the people who made a great effort for qualify for Boston and could not enjoy this awesome race

-the last little tiny hill before turning to Boylston St (just kidding, this one was perfect to make this race as awesome as it is)

I. ABSOLUTELY. LOVE. BOSTON.