Mega, heartfelt thanks to all family and friends who, using one of the umpteen methods of instant communication now available to us all, sent me best wishes before, after or perhaps even during the Boston Marathon. It was one of the best days of my life. I ran perfectly, with a negative split (i.e., second half faster than the first, not easy in Boston), finished with my fastest four miles of the race, qualified for Boston again next year (which was my only real goal), ran all 26.2 miles in my Vibram Five Fingers without as much as a blister, and even managed to pause to kiss a few of the Wellesley girls. (Hey, they asked for it!) Which means that, in the midst of all the tension and nerves, lack of sleep and natural race-day doubts, I remembered Rule #1: to Enjoy Myself!
The crowd in Boston are absolutely brilliant. The weather was absolutely perfect. It was worth every penny spent on hotels, every hour of training. But it wouldn’t make sense to do this kind of thing if there was no support from those I know, near and far. You have helped assure me I’m not insane. Or if that I am insane, you don’t mind. Cheers!