11 - # of above mentioned marathons which have been completed in the last 15.5 months.
4/18/11- date of my favorite marathon.
1- number of street signs I kinda took home.
4,444 -approx how many high fives were given.
205-dollar amount spent at expo
185-dollar amount spent eating in just the first day in Boston. The Pita is a big dude.
85-the cost of "the" not really optional jacket. ;)
1 - game watched at Fenway.
2- tickets purchased to baseball game
1 -# of happy kids I had who didn't want to go anyway.
1-# of kids I have who I know will regret this in a few years time.
2- number of Boston hats purchased for myself.
1- day devoted entirely to shopping.
1 - number of "sweet" cupcakes eaten.
0-# of cupcakes they sell at "Johnny cupcakes" -- lucky for me they sell awesome shirts!!
19- cost of my favorite non-BAA purchase.
11- approx # of bloggers I met.
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1- # of bloggers we got to have dinner with. Yep, Mr. The Road himself [Patrick] .
3- visits to niketown [mostly to add to the wall]
40 - cost of a taxi from airport.
4 - cost of train back to airport.
5-nights spent in Boston
2-nights spent in Portland, Maine.
1:4-cost ratio of staying in Boston per night vs Portland.
3-times we had sushi
2- times I ordered chicken while the pita got his lobster on.
3-times I fell of the gluten bandwagon for pizzeria Regina. I do it for you Regina!!
1-visit to Mike's pastry.
10-minutes we had to wait in line [not bad]
4-pastries I bought.
1- number eaten on behalf of Jill. I'm such an awesome friend.
1- number of pastries shared.
4- number the pita had in his own box.
17-number of BAA jackets I counted in Mike's pastry.
.70-distance to the starting line from bag drop off.
1- times I fell. First mile felt like three. Soooo tightly packed.
18- times I cursed the water stations. They. Suck.
18- times I realized how awesome bouncing empty water cups sound as they blow in the wind.
14- mile marker pita & peanut met me at.
1- number of times I stopped to kiss them.
1- number of bloggers I saw while running. Yay SR!!
0- number of times I was called by name or number.
50-ish- number of times I was called something abs related. "6 pack", "2,4,6 pack", "holy abs", "holy 6 pack", "go girl w/abs", "go girl w/abs & boobs"
48 - number out of above 50 who were 94.4% drunk.
15ish- number of times I was called something hair color related. "go blondie", "blonde bullet"-[ya they obviously didn't have a timer on them]
90-percent chance you can get drunk solely off fumes from cheerers outside Fenway park.
50-percentage easier heart break hill was than I thought it would be. I had made it out to be Kilimanjaro in my mind.
23-favorite mile.
4- age of the girl in pigtails holding one of my favorite signs. "run bi*ch run". Sorry, the contrast killed me. Hilarious.
1- number of men-boys I saw trip & fall trying to kiss a Wellesley college girl at 13.
7- number of times I heard him trying to convince himself & others "dude it was soooo worth it". Uhhh ya, nice limp.
2- gu's I ate/slurped/enjoyed
0- SPF # of the sunscreen I didn't use.
2-# of awesome signs peanut made
2-people I saw that I knew after the race. Jim & Michael. Completely. Awesome. You killed it Jim!!
5- number of phone calls made to the pita after the race. How can you not find a 6'9" man with a 10 year old on his shoulders [wearing Usain Bolt arms]?
1- mile back to hotel to wait for above mentioned lost family.
60+-# of times I was told "congratulations" on the walk back to the hotel. Simply. Awesome.
14.44- tears I cried when I saw peanut & pita exit the elevators on the 16th floor.
0- % chance I could have done any of this without their support.
5-# of ice bucket runs peanut made.
18- minutes I lasted in the ice bath.
5.75- miles we walked after the marathon [get dinner, touristy crap, etc]
481- yes. I. Counted. # of steps climbed the day after the race.
8 -# of steps I may have complained about.
100-% chance this was my favorite marathon ever.
