It’s the Superbowl of Marathons. The distant hope and dream for runners like me who have yet to run any marathon, much less with a qualifying time.
My heart is broken for you Boston. For your sons and daughters who laced up this morning to experience for the first time or the tenth time, the wonders of our sport. For those who won’t be running again and for those whose last day on earth was today.. we mourn our brothers and sisters.
You are still the destination for our dreams and today, you are surely the destination of our thoughts and prayers.