123rd Boston Marathon
I wasn't very productive at work yesterday, and for good reason. My heart was in Boston. I feel like I could write all evening about what I watched livestream to my monitor at work, but even as a writer I would fail to capture what I witnessed on that small screen. I saw giant acts of humanity, of champions that set new standards for running and that will leave those times in the dust later on their journey. And I saw those pushing themselves for a personal goal, a new PR, to get to that line and run in the footsteps of greatness. All the while maybe not understanding their own humble awesomeness. But that's running, those that inspired me probably have no idea they've done so. But they have.
And they still do. My Boston still hasn't happened yet, I have not earned the privilege to line up at Hopkinton and push myself to Boylston. But mark my words, I will. A huge congrats to all of those that participated and those that volunteered and worked tirelessly to make this sacred event happen once more. Boston, I love you and you are in my future.
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Ryan (That's me)
Runner, writer, and a survivor. It's all about living the life you want and helping each other along the way.