Where everyone knows your name...

I just got back from a business trip in Boston. Most of you know that we lived up there for a few years when I was in graduate school at Northeastern. I love that city! I'd move back in a minute... anyone have a couple jobs (in the Financial Services and Pharmaceutical industries)?

It's like going home when we travel up there. I know that things would never be the same as when we lived there previously, but there is such a sense of nostalgia seeing the street we lived on, walking past Trinity Church and seeing the preparation for the Boston Marathon.

I spent the days in meetings and conference sessions, but did a quite a bit of walking in the early evenings and after dinner. A coworker and I took a walk up Boylston Street after the afternoon sessions ended. Workers were setting up the bleachers on the finish line for the Boston Marathon. We stopped in Marathon Sports, a running shop on Boylston, and I picked up a couple tee shirts.

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While I was paying, the young woman behind the counter asked me if I was running on Monday (yeah, she meant in the marathon). I couldn't lie (in part, because my coworker would have sold me out in about 8 seconds). However, it was great to know that I could at least pass for a marathon runner in jeans and a button-up shirt. If she only knew that I still feel like throwing up if I run longer than two miles!