When I first started running – and even when I first started running marathons – I told myself that running Boston wasn’t something I was interested in. I wasn’t that kind of runner.
I was protecting myself. From disappointment, hard work and unachievable dreams.
Now, six years and six marathons later, fuck that.
I want Boston.
It’s going to be really hard. And it’s going to be a lot of work. But the only thing standing in my way is me.
I’m going to re-assess my fitness plans. Prioritize running. Find a high mileage program. Make a plan.
And – most importantly – do the work.
I’ll be 35 for Boston 2020.
And I plan to be there.