Isn't it ironic

It occurred to me this morning that when life is interesting, and there's lot of things to write a blog about, you usually don't have a lot of spare time to write in a blog. Conversely, when you do find the time and peace of mind to do so, you're probably bored and don't have much to write about. Or so it seems.

Anyway, today is the Boston Marathon, and I'm travelling into the city with a load of stuff to set up a hotel room for club members to crash in and recover after the race. It's a day for getting out of my comfort zone and breaking all the rules, real or imagined. Rules such as "don't drive into the city when there are lots of crowds and road closures", or "no check-ins before 2pm".

This is all just a warm-up. Someday I'd like to run in the race, but the logistics of doing so are just mind-boggling to me right now. It's 8:30am right now, which means 25,000 runners who have been up for hours already are hanging around in Hopkinton in 40 degree weather waiting for the race to begin. They'll generally finish between 5 and 7 hours from now when it's much warmer and they've been running for hours.

So in addition to being in shape to run the race, you also need to be able to stand around for hours both before and after the race, and you need to plan for some sacrificial clothing to keep you warm before the start, but will be discarded along the route (I do wonder what happens to the cast off clothing of all the runners). And then, you also want to have another set of clothing waiting at the finish to keep you warm after the race.

And this is where I come in. I won't be bringing clothing along, but will be begging hotel housekeeping for towels and soap for a number of runners. I'm sure hotels have rules about such things too. Oh well, rules are meant to be broken for the greater good.