This article from the Boston Globe gives an excellent description of what running 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 Christian’s invitation to run Cologne with him on October 4. Another time, hopefully.