Marathon Monday 2014

by agirlandhermutt on April 22, 2014

It is a GOOD morning! It is officially the day after the Boston Marathon and I can’t go without saying that it feels good to have had such a lovely day yesterday. It felt like a sense of closure (although nothing will ever “fix” or “make right” what happened) for the city. I’m so fortunate that I wasn’t directly affected by the bombing last year. But I also don’t think it is out of line for me to tell you that I felt a sense of insecurity and loss at what happened to the city and the people of my city. Last year was the first year since I moved to Boston that I did NOT attend the marathon. The BF and I watch the runners from mile 25 each and every year. Last year we sat at Mile 27 and had a beer instead. For a while there I had a sense of guilt. I should have been there. Strange, but true. As we sat in our house during lock-down last year, I genuinely felt scared. This year though? This year I felt renewed. The weather was gorgeous. The runners looked great. And I felt healthy. It was a new year.


The weather was absolutelyfantastic in Boston so the BF and I biked from our house to the marathon. By the end of the day we had biked about 15 miles total which included a pit stop in Harvard Sq for some lunch.


It felt so good to be a part of the community. Outside and in the sun!

The crowds were out in full force to show their support for the runners. So were the police and security. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood despite the crowds and extra security measures.


Our usual spot provided some great views of the runners. I get a tear in my eye when I watch these people pass by Mile 25. You can see that they recognize that they “only” have one more mile to go.


We watched tons of people speed up when they saw the mileage sign. We also saw a few get to their knees and take a break. One man didn’t want to stop so when he dropped to his knees he kept moving with just a little crawl. You could tell he didn’t want any help and just wanted to continue moving forward. The crowds were screaming for him as he stood up and hobbled off towards the finish line. IMG_3708

It was just a really emotional, but beautiful day for the city of Boston. I’m glad I could be a part of it.

Just like last year, when I got home I put a cap to the night by attending my favorite Zumba class. I didn’t run a marathon, but I did work hard yesterday!


Since it is a short week, my planning for the week is a little off. This is the last week of the 21-day fix so the schedule calls for us to double up on the workouts!

Monday– Biking & Zumba
Tuesday– 21 Day Upper Fix & Cardio (Running to and from gym)
Wednesday– 21-Day Lower Fix & 21-Day Pilates Fix
Thursday– Spinning & 21-Day Total Body Fix
Friday– 21-Day Upper Fix & Zumba
Saturday– 21-Day Dirty 39 & Pilates Fix
Sunday– 21-Day Yoga Fix


I hope you guys are having a good week! I’m going to enjoy the sunshine and the great outdoors during any free second I have. See ya soon!

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A Week with My Dad…

by agirlandhermutt on July 8, 2013

Oh hello! It is almost like I forgot I had a blog here for a minute. I’ve been enjoying life and a visit from my Dad for the past week. There is something about being around my parents that instantly makes me regress to a 12-year-old. This visit was no different. It was nice being babied for a few days and we had a great time (despite the horrific heat).

Usually when my Dad comes to visit we do something really different. So far we have tried:

Indoor Skydiving (this post includes the worst photo of me in history)
Hot Air Ballooning
Snow Mobiling
Ziplining (a few times!)
Wave Running
Avon Walk Participants (39.2 miles!)

This time around we decided to just take it easy and enjoy the visit. My parents are planning on retiring near me in the next few years so we knew that we were going to be looking at some neighborhoods my Mom wanted us to check out and that was about all we had on the agenda. I kept us busy though!

A visit to the Chocolate Buffet at the Langham Hotel.

Diet? What diet? More like diabetes. And it was delicious! No worries though. I sweat plenty of calories out with a walk to Charlestown to take a visit to the USS Constitution, or Old Ironsides.


We had a great idea to take the water taxi back to our starting point from Charlestown. Unfortunately (or fortunately?!) we didn’t get on the taxi and instead crashed a harbor tour. Lots of information and beautiful views!

We attended the Eugene Mirman Comedy Festival where the night ended with a few goats in diapers. I have no idea why. Cute though, huh?!

We also did some touring around Boston. We decided to check out all kinds of places that I have never been in or visited for whatever reason including the Cathedral of the Holy Cross. It was absolutely stunning but SO HOT. Not a lick of air in that church.

Part of the reason my Dad was visiting was to check out potential spots for my parents to live when they retire. We took a little day trip up to Nashua, NH to do some scouting around. It seems every time that my Dad and I go to NH it rains. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. The weather didn’t fail and it stormed for the most of the day. Rain=Soup!


I discovered that I love split pea soup. I really thought I hated this type of soup. How ‘bout that. This was a great reminder for me to try things again even if I think I hate them!

We also put our creativity to the test. I took my Dad to one of my favorite places in Boston, The Paint Bar! I officially earned a free class. Now to find someone who will go with me. *Friends: Anyone interested?!*


We had a blast and our paintings came out as masterpieces. Riiiiggghhhht?!

We also took a day trip to Portsmouth, NH. I absolutely love Portsmouth and wanted to show my Dad all around. Lunch was at The Portsmouth Brewery. White bean dip, drinks and fantastic sandwiches hit the spot.

It was a great day for patio dining and walking around for a little sight seeing.


On our way back to Boston we made a pit stop at the beach so we could dip our feet in the ocean. My parents live on the Gulf of Mexico (and I was raised there) so the water is definitely different up here. By different I mean that the ocean is cold as crap and the Gulf feels like bath water.

At Salisbury Beach there are a few sad, but enteratining, arcades. We played some classic games like skee ball (MY FAVORITE!) and other silly games.

There was some movie watching, bbq eating, and a few drinks thrown in throughout the week too.


Of course there were fireworks on the 4th of July!

We are wearing headphones in the photo above because we were trying to listen to the Boston Pops over the WGBH live app. It was not successful. Ugh.

We also discovered a local pool. It is FREE and just down the street from me!

No sunburns for either of us. My Mom was so proud!

Having my Dad in town for the week was so much fun. We both can literally talk for hours on end and can laugh at almost anything. After I sobbed for about an hour when he left I realized that my face kind of hurt from smiling so much over the week.

Seriously. How much do we look alike?! I’ve always known that my Mom and I looked so similar, but my Dad and I definitely look related too. Phew. No worries there. 😉

Oh, and I’m not the only one in the house who enjoyed a visit from my Dad. Korky was thrilled to see his G-Dad! The house is a bit quieter without him here and I am already counting down the days till my next family vacation!


Did you guys have a good 4th of July? In general, fireworks freak me out. I have a serious fear of catching on fire. BUT we always watch from a safe distance which makes them so much more fun!

I’ll be back tomorrow! Promise!



by agirlandhermutt on April 16, 2013

I’m not a runner. I don’t know what it is like to cross a finish line of a race that I have trained months (or years) for. I don’t know what it is like to PR. I don’t know what it is like to receive a medal.

However, I do know what it is like to be a spectator. I am someone who loves the Boston Marathon. I’ve lived in Boston for almost 9 years and Boston has become my home. When I first moved here I heard about Patriot’s Day, or Marathon Monday, but had no idea what it meant. Was it just a bonus day off of work or something more?  I walked to the end of the street that I lived on in Brookline to watch my first marathon that year and was hooked. Watching the elite runners so close together their arms almost touched amazed me. Seeing a charity runner stop to try to shake out a visibly twitching muscle inspired me. This was definitely something more.

Yesterday my BF and I made the decision to NOT go to our regular marathon watching spot in Kenmore Sq at mile marker 25. We didn’t want to deal with the crowd or using public transportation. Rather than be in Kenmore Square, 1.2 miles from the finish line, we were 1.2 miles across the river at a bar in Cambridge.

Thank God.

Yesterday’s bombing was scary. It was terrifying. Most of all, for me, it was heartbreaking.

Today will not be business as usual.

My heart breaks for those that were injured. I feel loss for those that were killed. My condolences go out to all the family and friends of those who were involved. I thank God that I knew no one who was directly affected. I thank God that so many people were able to walk away uninjured.

I am not a runner, but I love the Boston Marathon. I am a born and raised Southerner, but Boston has become my home.

I may be a spectator of the marathon, but I am not a spectator of life.

I will be diligent in being aware of my surroundings. I will give blood today. I will find out more information about volunteering for the Red Cross.

But most of all…

I will continue to hug and hold close those that I love. I will continue to call my family just to tell them a random story to make them laugh. I will be thankful for all that I have in my life.

I will continue to feel love for Boston, the city I now call home.


Many thanks to friends, family and blog readers who reached out to check on me yesterday. I will be keeping the families of those injured and lost in my thoughts and prayers. I hope you will too.