It’s hard to put the experiences of the weekend into words. No really, I’ve rewritten this introduction three times already. If I had to sum it up, I’d say this: I laughed, I cried, I never looked at my watch, and I’ll never forget a single mile.
But let’s start at the beginning. I ran the race with my best friend, Maria, who moved to California a few years ago. She is in the middle of ultra training, and while she’s a stronger marathoner than I am, she was un-tapered for this race, using it as a training run. I wanted to enjoy the Boston experience and didn’t really care about my time, so our goal was simply to finish happy. Read more >>