They say no one runs Boston alone.
As the world’s oldest and most prestigious distance event the Boston Marathon terrain presents a tremendous challenge even on an ideal running day. This 122nd running was certainly not ideal and Mother Nature made the ups and downs of the hilly terrain mile after mile even more challenging to reach the magic 26.2-mile marker on Boylston Street. The wind, rain and cold temperatures over the full distance made runners dig deeper than ever to discover an inner resolve to cross the finish line. The 2018 Boston Marathon was miserable and painfully cold but also fun (in a sick kind of way) because it was heartwarming to still have all the support along the course, despite the terrible weather. To my family, you guys rocked it in the rain, thank you! To the fans that still came out to cheer on the runners, you were just incredible! To the 2900+ volunteers, medical staff and public safety personnel who stood out in the rain for many long, cold wet hours to ensure the safety of all the athletes throughout the day- you were energizing, kept smiling and were flat out simply amazing! I am so grateful to every spectator cheering and every single person who choose to spend their Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts volunteering to lift up every runner from around the world.
I made the decision to return to Boston for a third time because Boston has a feeling and seems to pick you up in a way like no other event. Running Boston allows you to focus on what you can control, find your strength, rise-up and move forward. I didn’t run this year as a stroke survivor or to raise awareness for Tedy’s Team, stroke, PFO, or for any of my other similar themed efforts on know-stroke.org. I ran simply to renew faith in my own body. I needed perhaps this last Boston to tell myself, “yes, you still can”. So this wasn’t quite the race finish time I wanted, or the results just about every runner, even the elite, would have predicted. This 26.2 was hard, certainly legendary, and by far the most difficult race I’ve ever done. I’d say it is even fitting and perhaps best to sum up the race in Boston slang as “wicked haaad”.
Keep the Faith
My finish time was over 30+ minutes slower than my last Boston even though I think I was in better shape this year than in 2009, just 2+ years after my stroke. This year, especially, Boston for me was not about bragging rights, it was simply about lifting my arms, crossing the finish line, keeping the faith (thanks DAD), and saying, “yes I can, I did it”.
Congrats and finally thank you to all who competed this year. For sure we ran together forward and thanks once again to all the spectators (especially to my family) and volunteers who helped keep #BostonStrong on marathon day- Thank you Boston!