The Boston Marathon is the reason I started running.
Back in 2000, I watched a friend cross the finish line in Copley Square. Standing among all the cheering fans, the energy is unbelievable and so contagious. We went out to celebrate with our friend afterwards and I remember the look of pride and happiness on his face as he recounted the day. Maybe it was the beer talking, but I told him how much he inspired me and that I was going to run a marathon one day, too. (more…)