Memories of my trip to Massachusetts to run in the Boston Marathon are stimulated this morning as I watch the Boston Marathon posts hit my FB feed. I think back to that grand adventure — my gracious host, the sights and sound of Boston and the surrounding areas, the bus ride to Hopkinton, the RACE itself with its ups and DOWNs, and seeing Ryan and Kurt W. — and smile.
Today, I sit at home, missing the bus ride to Hopkinton, and reflect. It was such a beautiful experience. One built on 9 hard years of blood, sweat, and many tears. I don’t know if I’d appreciate it the same way if it just came easy. Who knows? All I know is that I look back at all the hurdles put in my way and smile with the deepest of pride.