April 20, 2017
The Boston Marathon is supposed to end on Boylston Street.
After running 26.2 miles, you're supposed to take in the crowd, receive your finisher's medal and limp to meet your family and friends and celebrate the achievement of a liftetime.
But that's not where my Boston...
February 28, 2017
It's been a few weeks, hasn't it?
Over a month ago, I pledged to write a weekly blog post detailing my brief history as a runner and my training leading up to the Boston Marathon. I wanted these posts to convey my passion for running, my love for storytelling and a few...
January 31, 2017
"Who was that?"
"Oh, I was on the phone with Megan."
For the better part of 14 months, I've been on the phone with Megan O'Brien.
Plotting, planning, and preparing, not a day goes by when Megan and I don't talk about the Boston Marathon. In 11 weeks, Megan a...
January 24, 2017
About 20 minutes before I officially crossed the finish line of my first marathon, punching my ticket to Boston, I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
"FUCK," I yelled, to no one in particular, hoping that someone might notice me.
Somewhere between the 23 and 24-...
January 17, 2017
That's what I mumbled to myself sitting crumpled on the floor of my dorm room shower.
I couldn't stand up, I couldn't stop shaking and I couldn't remember why the hell I thought running a half marathon was a good idea in the first place.
Six months into my...
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