It’s Boston
Marathon weekend and while I'm not able to run it this year, I still remember
the thrill and excitement of the first one I ran over 45 years ago. That sense of excitement was still there
when I last ran it in 2017. While the
race had changed a lot over the years, I was still like a little kid arriving
at Disney World for the first time.
It's not
like running the marathon is as much fun as a ride on Space Mountain or
Expedition Everest (at least to most people).
It’s just that there is so much effort that
goes into getting to the starting line healthy, that when you finally join the
other 30,000+ runners at the start staging area there is a huge sense of
relief, excitement, and accomplishment (not to mention nervousness). It's also the 10 year anniversary of the Marathon bombing, another year I'll never forget and a whole different set of emotions.
This weekend
I will be running my Marathon Challenge fund raiser to help kids battling
cancer. It’s no substitute for doing it at
the Boston Marathon but I consider myself blessed to still be running at all. In December I had a medical issue that
required several operations and will require another in several weeks. While I’ve still been able to run, it has
been at a much-reduced level. So this
year I put out a call for help. All
three of my children, their spouses, 4 of my nine grandchildren and my sister
will be joining me to run part of the distance with me, or if necessary, for
me. It’s an awesome tribute to their
brother/uncle Nick and to Help in the Nick of Time. Should be an interesting day.
I’ll post an
update after the weekend and let everyone know how it goes.
Fingers
crossed!
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