Truth be told, I considered my marathon days behind me, other than hoping to run one with my boys one day when they are old enough. Even then, my thinking was London, Berlin or Chicago. Call me a wimp. I never planned to run Boston. Too hilly, too hot, just too hard. Boston 2013 changed so much that mattered and it changed that point of view. There was no way I could miss this Boston. I ran Prague to qualify on Mother's Day. Foot surgery and the corresponding lack of fitness conspired against me, but the faces and hearts of Boston have fueled me.
And now, less than three weeks to go. Time to ‘fess up and admit I am running. For Boston, for those who can’t, for my supportive family, for all our runners in NYC, in Boston and beyond who inspire me every day. And, mostly – in honor of those lost and hurt and in appreciation for those who saved and helped and in support of the kids we want to help run for life free and strong.
Join me and our NYRR team in spirit on Boston Monday. And, thanks if you can also contribute as we make this marathon count. More than ever.