6 weeks til Boston

I learned a long time ago that I have to run.  All the appurtenances – Boston, New York, medals, trophies, PR’s…- are simply valuable by-products, scraps that can be used for a tasty broth.  My body requires running as much as it does a liver, to rid itself of the toxins of the distant past, through every perspiration, exhale, to restore the body as they would a fresco from the Renaissance, inch by inch, layer by layer.  And it’s come a long way.

The progress continued today, through extra daylight, with a smooth 16 miler in the park, running into a friend, a local elite master running with his little boy, a sweet scene, we caught up briefly on our running, he wished me luck in Boston, then we each headed back home for dinner.


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