There is nothing special about air travel, other than the fact that it is generally lousy, cramped, uncomfortable, and inconvenient (says the 6'4" guy who does not fit comfortably in any seat of any vehicle). We found a decent price on Delta and took it. For travel from the airport, we ended up taking a cab, which cost us $25. Had it not been 1 AM when we arrived, we might have taken the Blue line to the Orange line and down to our hotel. The "silver line", by the way, is actually a bus service, not connected directly to the T system. We never took the silver, so I can not comment on how well it does or does not work.
As for the T, we took it everywhere. Very easy to navigate, as long as you pick the right train on the green line. Of course, Boston is also a very walkable city. It is hard to appreciate, but downtown is only a few miles across and we did a ton of walking, especially after the race when I was not afraid of tiring myself out too much.
|Oldest continually operated restaurant in US|
|Outside Boston City Hall for dinner|
Obviously we also had to go to the expo to pick up my race bib and other goodies. The volunteer posts were well staffed. With one for each few hundred runners, I had no wait to pick up my stuff. As expected, this was quite a spectacle of fitness consumerism with booths for every shoe, clothing, and food product manufacturer you could imagine. If there was one thing that I thought needed more attention, it was the interior of the expo, which was crowded and a little stifling from all the attendees. People were selling their diet and therapy secrets, books and magazines, and gear you never knew existed. A few races had booths trying to drum up business and there were several non-profit and fundraising booths as well. The John Hancock booth had bleachers set up in front of a screen which ran a video giving you an overview of the course, along with some notable tips from prior runners and champions.
|Not my number pickup|
|Inside, the chaos|
Running stores are abundant in Boston and we walked past a few. We only stopped in one though, Bill Rodgers' store near the Quincy Market. There, I bought my official Boston windbreaker (totally cheated, this year they were screenprinted, not embroidered!) and took in the sights of some of the memorabilia at the store.
|The wall of painter's gloves|
That is all for the pre-pre race notes. In my next post, I will talk about the morning of the race.