The 5k That Almost Wasn't

 

 

This past drizzly Thursday evening, I ran in The 5k That Almost Wasn't. I had quite the adventure with two of my friends from work trying to get there-- it was basically the movie,  Planes, Trains & Automobiles (I heard someone else say that, I've never actually seen the movie ha).

Boston Waterfront

The Harborthon 5k was on Long Island in the Boston Harbor. Long Island is actually closed to the public and is home to Camp Harborview which offers children living in Boston's at-risk neighborhoods the opportunity to leave the city and participate in a four-week summer camp experience. It was such a great event and for such a worthy cause, but it was definitely questionable if we would make it.

Stuck in traffic for close to 2 hours, we tried forever to get a cab in the rain (not an easy task), missed all three ferries (our only mode of transportation to the island), sprinted half a mile along the Boston waterfront to beg our way onto another ferry that happened to be stopping at the island (it pays to be a pushy female!). We finally made it and arrived 30 seconds before the race started. It was a fun, challenging course, and I definitely felt the effects from not running lately (shame on me). The after-party was fun  too, with great beer to rehydrate with.




on the ferry, finally!

 

 

 The adventure continued after the 5k, when I stayed at my sister-in-law's new South Boston apartment. Her whole apartment is so pretty and thoughtfully decorated (she claims the whole apartment is Threshold by Target, which I of course love).

I loved what Sydney said to me when she first started decorating her city-sized apartment, and that she has to be so conscious and absolutely love every single thing she puts in her apartment, because of her limited space. It's such a great way to think about decorating, even a suburb-sized house like my own, and imagine your space is limited to only the things you absolutely love and serve a purpose.  Her bed was definitely pretty and I loved and appreciated so much that she made it up this perfectly, mere minutes before we went to sleep. Luckily her brother, my husband, is good at making the bed as well because it's not one of my strengths.