It’s April, and in two short weeks more than 30,000 runners will make their way from Hopkinton to Boston. I won’t be one of them this year, but this race hasn’t been far from my mind. I wasn’t writing about running after I finished my first Boston, but I was after my second. So this week’s post comes from my 2011 write-up for the Deseret News about the experience. The race is special in a way no other race will ever be. Even if you never set foot in the Athlete’s Village, the experience is worth the trouble because it’s not just about the runners. It’s about the spectators, volunteers, at-home cheerleaders, and the work behind the bib. Enjoy.
Dear Boston Marathon,
I was taught at a very young age that I should always send a thank-you note to anyone who has given me a gift. In keeping with this lesson in etiquette, I just want to thank you for the wonderful weekend you provided for my family and I.
First, I want to thank you for playing hard-to-get. They say that the chase is the most exciting part of the hunt, and you sure proved them right. I’ve made it a personal goal to chase you at every marathon I’ve run. You certainly don’t make it easy. In fact, in recent weeks you’ve become even more elusive, but I like that. You seem to know that we runners like a good challenge. Tell me I can’t, and you can bet that I will. Your constant nagging in the back of my brain has given my weekends structure. Who am I kidding? It’s given my entire year structure. I have calendars with long runs, tempo runs, hill repeats and speed work all laid out in a carefully formulated plan just so I can earn an invitation to your party.