An Open Letter To Anyone Who Complains About Going Over The River:
Okay, I know I broke the rules a bit and picked my own photo for this week’s highlight. But that just means that fellow Bostonites need to share their Head of the Charles Regatta (HOCR) photos from this past weekend with us on our We Love Beantown Flickr group!
The world’s largest two-day rowing event, HOCR draws thousands to Boston in October every year for a jam-packed weekend of racing and festivities. Or more festivities than racing for the thousands of other spectators that come to watch along the banks of the Charles.
If crew’s not your thing and you’re inwardly groaning about watching people paddle up and down the river as fast as they can, you definitely need to catch up on some rowing news: Between protesters jumping in London’s Thames to disrupt a race, “excited” Olympic medalists, and plans to literally row across the pond, there’s some good stuff there.
See you next year, rowers!
If you drove on Storrow this morning, you likely saw the slew of police cars on the side of the road and on the Esplanade, just near the BU Bridge.
For the second day in a row, a body was spotted in and removed from the Charles River. On Monday, Boston University sailing pavilion employees spotted the body of a 62-year-old man. While the first body found on Monday is reportedly not a suspicious death, two bodies in two days is certainly an upsetting trend.
No information has yet been released on today’s victim, though there is an ongoing search for a 23-year-old Boston Architectural College student John Dailey last seen about a week ago. Dailey was last seen wearing a button down shirt and white shorts. He has a tattoo of a black stripe on his bicep.
You can check out the Globe’s report for more information.
Ugh. I hate Fall. I loathe it.
Shorter days, longer nights and dropping temperatures. No more beach, no more sun, no more three day weekends on the Cape. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned to enjoy it much more since moving to Boston, but still, it’s a sign of things to come. I’m probably the only person who hates Labor Day because it means I’m going to have to start shoveling my driveway in a few months. In fact, it’s the end of September and I refuse to put away my beach towels. Needless to say I’m a glass half empty gal. Continue reading
Running and I have a strange relationship. It’s touch-and-go. I never dreamt of running (in fact I hated it) until my mother picked it up while I was studying abroad. This was an odd development. But I thought – if my mom can do it, I can do it too. This began a love-hate relationship as I jogged slow laps around St. Stephen’s Green in Dublin.
Upon my return to Boston my senior year, running fell by the wayside. Then, my college roommate moved back who was all into half-marathons (she’s a great runner) and peer pressured me into running the first-ever Cox Providence half in April of 2008. I found myself running up and down Beacon St. in seriously improper running clothes in preparation. It was quite a feat for me, and I was proud to have finished – as someone who just months earlier really thought it would be impossible. That accomplished, I felt I had tackled running and I put it aside.
Two big things changed my attitude towards running after that.