Since I last updated, I ran the 10 miler and had a great race. I got food poisoning and missed a week of training. I started raising money for LLS for the upcoming Nike Women’s Half in DC. I surreptitiously streamed coverage of the Boston Marathon at work, as I do every year. And then…
I have spectated in person 5 times, and from a distance at least a dozen others. I have looked up Boylston at those flags just past the four hour mark. That race is so close to my heart; it is part of what makes me who I am. I am a proud alumna of Wellesley College, aka the Scream Tunnel. Boston, though I could never hope to qualify, is the reason why I started running. Patriots Day was always the happiest day of the year in Boston.
There’s a thing that went around the Interwebs – an aerial photo of Manhattan’s orderly grids, captioned “New York, because we want you to know where you are and how to get where you’re going” and then a photo of Boston’s tangled streets captioned “Boston, because fuck you.”
Am I still going to run a very crowded race in our nation’s capital, less than two weeks after Boston? Yes. Because fuck you.
I run for Boston.
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