[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Nick and I got to Castle Island early yesterday morning, only to be confronted by a
n angry deliriously happy mob of pugs. We met our friends Tina and Mal, and their pug Murphy, for the inaugural Pug Rescue of New England 5k, a small, local race to support a good (and terribly cute) cause.
The course hugged Day Boulevard from Castle Island, past the gazebo and turned around just past the boat houses, looped around the Sugar Bowl and behind the fort. I was met at the finish line by a very happy boyfriend, who finished 12th overall and placed 3rd in his division. The man is on fire. This was his third PR of the week, following the Run to Remember and the Corporate Challenge. If I didn’t know better (and if I didn’t drink the exact same water), I’d think there was something in his water. But since I see how hard he trains, I am pretty sure I know his secret. All his work is paying off.
Nick wasn’t the only champion yesterday. Murphy crossed the finish line as the first pug to run the full 5k. He really flew! If Clark understood English, I am sure he would have been truly impressed when we told him all about his partner in crime’s accomplishments. Instead, he looked around for treats.
The race was really well organized, with great raffle prizes, vendors (mostly pug-related) and refreshments at the finish. Oh, and we walked away with the most awesome race shirts of all time. Though our Frenchie dude will always be #1 in my heart, pugs are pretty cool, too.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Clearly my “lucky” whoopie pies didn’t do the trick last night. Coming up with a new recipe for Game 3.
- Visiting the deCordova Museum and Sculpture Park
- Yoga for runners