Today, instead of a climbing or sitting in base camp post, I'm doing something I rarely do, reposting from someone else's blog. Dave Munger ran the Boston Marathon on Monday, and if this doesn't bring you to tears you may not have a heart...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
In praise of Boston
I wanted to tell you about my race yesterday at the Boston Marathon.
That is what I wanted to do. I wanted to tell you everything about what
happened to me during the race.
I wanted to tell you about leaving my Garmin in the hotel, and running the race with only a 1980s era digital wristwatch.
I wanted to tell you my splits for every mile of the race, how I started out strong, but then just gradually lost the energy to keep up the pace I had planned. I wanted to tell you all about it.
I wanted to tell you that I finished in 3:39, 17 minutes slower than my PR, and that I was disappointed with that.
But instead, I'm going to tell you about the people of Boston, and the way they come together, by the thousands, by the hundreds of thousands, for one day every year, to celebrate what we runners sometimes take for granted.
Before and after the race, I had dozens of ordinary people, not runners, stop me to tell me how proud they were of me. Not one of them asked what my finishing time was, or whether I was happy with my performance. They just wanted to share that they admired my accomplishment. Read the rest...
I wanted to tell you about leaving my Garmin in the hotel, and running the race with only a 1980s era digital wristwatch.
I wanted to tell you my splits for every mile of the race, how I started out strong, but then just gradually lost the energy to keep up the pace I had planned. I wanted to tell you all about it.
I wanted to tell you that I finished in 3:39, 17 minutes slower than my PR, and that I was disappointed with that.
But instead, I'm going to tell you about the people of Boston, and the way they come together, by the thousands, by the hundreds of thousands, for one day every year, to celebrate what we runners sometimes take for granted.
Before and after the race, I had dozens of ordinary people, not runners, stop me to tell me how proud they were of me. Not one of them asked what my finishing time was, or whether I was happy with my performance. They just wanted to share that they admired my accomplishment. Read the rest...
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