article from the Boston Globe gives an excellent description of what
Boston last Monday was like, and why we keep coming back, almost regardless. The writer,
for whom it was the fifth Boston and ninth total, expresses the range of
emotions, expectations, frustrations, excitements, ups, downs, … all of
which form the challenge of racing a marathon in general, and on this
course on a windy day in particular. And just like she concludes that the
finish of one marathon leads to planning the next, I registered last night for
the Chicago Marathon on October
11, apparently around twelve hours before it sold out.
And so it is with regrets that I have to decline
invitation to run Cologne with him on October 4. Another time, hopefully.