Boston

I've been watching the Boston Marathon all morning. I can't even begin to explain the emotion I have, the way it feels to watch the world's elites run so hard, so fast. The women started 28 minutes before the men. As the gun sounded, I found that tears were welling up in my eyes. Even just watching the start, hearing the crowds, seeing the focus, brought so much to me.

I want to run a marathon. I know that I'll never be fast enough to run Boston (well, maybe?). And yet, I think I could kick out 26.2 miles. Obviously not tomorrow, and probably not this year. But it's doable. And there's no reason for me NOT to do it. It's time to push. It's time to man up and try. It's time to quit living a life where I just do what is comfortable.

And yes, I know it's weird that I gained this insight from watching people run on my computer screen. But there's something about seeing people cry for finishing third, about seeing people give so much that they collapse at the finish, that's inspiring. It's about ambition, drive. It's about me growing as a person.

For me to grow, I need to run. And I need to run long, and hard. The end.