Robins. Sign of spring, I hope.
Since spring is still officially a few days away, Mother Nature seems not quite ready to grace us with warmer temperatures. It was downright bone-chilling in Boston over the weekend! We managed to get out, though, despite the cold, with a trip to the park on Saturday. Alice was a good sport even as her little fingers turned bright pink gripping the bars of the playground. We hung around long enough for Alice to take a trip down the slide and for Mommy to harass the robins by taking a bunch of pictures of them.
Obviously we didn't learn our lesson from last year when I was 40-weeks-and-one-day pregnant taking the T on St Patrick's Day. We must've had a lapse in judgement on Sunday when we decided to take the T into downtown to shop on Newbury Street just an hour before the South Boston St Patrick's Day parade started. This year, though, we were smarter and got on the T at an earlier stop before all the sloppy drunk, green-clad college kids did. There is something seriously wrong when 90% of the people on the train are wasted by noon.
Or maybe I'm just old and boring.
Weekend Workouts: Saturday - Rest day. Sunday - 6 mile run. All by myself! After feeling funky all day, that run totally righted my world.