I learned that it is a brave and possibly foolish thing to try to ride the T inbound from Kenmore at the end of the work (for some) day on Marathon Monday. This is also always a Red Sox day game day, as in the Fenway-area bars have lines at 8:30 AM. Those are just some of the many happy and extra people getting on the train.
On this day, the packed-to-the-gills trains poked along, a few feet at a time, overheating all the while. Or at least the people inside were overheating. I was scaring Barbara by removing layers but we got to Boylston before it became scandalous.
Just be inspired by those who ran 26.2 hilly miles, and walk!
Jane's Lessons Learned 