But First, A Little Bo-Bo

It's been a while since we've been able to add a leg to our journey.  The Tour has been temporarily sidetracked while we were busy preparing to run the Boston marathon, aka our bo-bo.  Bo-bo, you might ask?  Then  perhaps you're not familiar with this delightfully indelicate joke:

Two shipwreck survivors, a sailor and the ship's captain, wash up on a tropical island and are captured by savages. The king offers them two choices: Sudden, instant and immediate death, or bo-bo. The terrified sailor immediately replies, “bo-bo.”  "Very well," the chief says. "We shall respect your wish." So the guy is stripped, tied to a tree, and, well, 'enjoyed' by six dozen tribesmen, in succession, for five hours.

The ship captain witnesses this, and is then is given the same choice. "I have pride and dignity! I choose sudden, instant death!" he says. 

"Very well," says the chief. "Death it is.  But first, a little bo-bo!" 

Okay, so first a little Bo-Boston!

One of the motivating ideas behind our Tour de Vermont plan was the "what if we strung all those marathon training miles together and actually went somewhere?" concept.

We each logged a little over 600 miles of running since January to train to run Boston.  However, we only managed to incorporate about 38 training miles into our Vermont journey. Logistics, schedules and snowy weather made it tricky.  But now that Boston's done and Vermont is still there, we'll get back on track.