Today is Patriots Day. Which means friends of mine, real and virtual, lined up in Hopkinton this morning and set out on the journey into Boston.
I'm kinda wistful about that. I wish I'd been there. I know I'll be there in 52 weeks, unless I screw up the registration or they change the qualification standards, but still. Boston has been my goal, but in the past I haven't known people who were running, with the exception of Bill last year (and he crashed and burned). This time, I have a lot of friends up there. RWOLites, fellow Crackheads, even someone who trains in J.B. Hunt Park too (she DNFd, crashed and burned in the last mile or so).
Next year, it's me toeing the line. My training put to the test. I have 363 days to get ready without getting hurt.
Easy run tonight, 5 or so. Intervals tomorrow at FHS with Jason after work, as I sharpen for Toad Suck. Which I am now officially registered to run. | 