What a perfectly spectacular day today of recovery and debauchery in Boston. No, I did not hit up the local whore houses. I slept in, awoke to rain and gray skies. Shuffled my way into the kitchen for a couple cups of strong coffee, then walked do Dunkin' Donuts for 25 munchkins. The lady gave me 30. She must of thought I was looking a bit worn out and malnourished from yesterday.
Took a shower and donned my highlighter-yellow Boston shirt. Because I'm proud and I'm going to ram it down everyone's throat until I can think of something else cool to talk about. Maybe I'll break my spine and come back to win the Tour de France.
We hit the science museum and ate at Legal Seafoods for dinner. Bedtime and up early tomorrow for our flight back to Denver. What an amazing, inspiring, family filled weekend.
Race report coming soon.