Lydia and I just moved to Boston. Being in a city is the best thing ever. I can bike or walk most places, and take the T to the rest. There is always something happening. Like the Boston Marathon. Somebody took our picture with a Polaroid for some reason, so here we are.

Marathon runners are insane. It was moving. Thousands of people pushing themselves like that with everyone cheering them on, but mostly I liked looking at how varied their bodies were. The variation between different peoples different muscles and body parts is tremendous. Everybody looked unique in their movement and shape. And they were all absolutely exhausted. Except for the 61/2 feet tall sleek Kenyans that jogged by faster than I can run.