Boston

I deeply respect runners. I can’t go more than say, 10 feet without totally winding myself, coughing and sputtering, red faced and sweating, staggering to my own imaginary finish line.

It must be incredible to actually complete a marathon. To challenge your body to go that far, like Pheidippides, running on, to what might feel like your last breath, and for a few today, terribly was. Read More