Yeah... this weekend is Boston.
Recently, during a phone interview, I was asked about how I felt about Boston coming up and what I would be doing that day, etc. I thought about it for a moment and said, "I'll probably go out for a run and try watch parts of it on tv with my family."
"You're not going up?" asked the reporter.
"No. Watching it with my family seems like a better deal."
Upon arriving home from Chicago, my priorities shifted back to really focusing on my family. I knew that my constant training over the past three years had taken a toll on my family and I couldn't ask for another (unless it was Boston, of course) marathon. I knew that I could no longer have my first thoughts in the morning be of the training or rehab that I need to do. I walked out of Chicago knowing that I had given everything I could and I am proud of that. I tell my kids, "If you try your best that's all that matters." Walking out of Chicago, I knew that it wasn't just bullshit that parents tell your kids.
Now I still squeeze in runs. Typically, they occur during my dinner breaks at work. From 7 - 8pm, you can find me running through West Chester. Enjoying and appreciating the time to get what I love to do.
Run.
