Why I ran the Boston Marathon
There are at least two reasons we do anything.
The most obvious is what we think we should do, like “Some expert on a podcast said I should eat more blueberries.”
Then there is the second, less obvious reason, like “I want to feel better about my health.”
Last week I ran the Boston Marathon. Don’t bother looking up my results — it’s not all that impressive. In fact, if there was a bell curve with the fastest men in my age group on the left and the slowest on the right, I was barely hanging on somewhere in the middle.
But, I did it. And it started one year ago with an idea.
It was my 64th birthday and I was wondering how to celebrate free bus passes and senior’s Thursday at the bulk food store. Coming home from a short run one day in March I had the thought “How cool it would be to run Boston on my 65th birthday?!”
If you’ve run a marathon you know it hurts. After my last marathon, 16 years ago, I remember having to avoid stairs for a week. And then there is the victory — crossing the finish line knowing I set the goal, did the work, overcame the resistance, and made it happen.
So, I started my research.
