Two years ago tonight I landed in Boston for a 3 month business trip. 3 weeks in life became rough and I once again learned how much running can mean in healing. There is no other city in the world like it, to traverse those streets while soul searching. The tradition that starts in Hopkinton and takes you to Boylston street, if you earn it. To be alone in that city of beautify people, and to feel welcomed while slowly rebuilding, and coming to grips with maybe there is something bigger happening. Thank you Boston, I'll be back, there's a finish line to reach and a mission to complete.
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.