All good things must come to an end.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
That is the best way to start this post. There is no way I can describe the last weekend in words, but I'm going to do my best.
First of all last Monday was the Boston Marathon...this was my morning Tweet:
I like many others, tracked runners from the elites to my friends I knew running. And then...
I was saddened, scared, and upset. I've read so much and have heard so many different perspectives, but am just happy that the running community is just that. A community, a family, a group that rallies together through tough times. We will forever have that fighting spirit that makes us unstoppable, resilient and strong. Together.
*just a quick note to say that all my friends were safe, one was within 100 feet of the second bomb, I am so thankful for their safety and my prayers to all affected.
That being said, I didn't really focus too much on my Saturday race like I normally would have. I flew out of Wisconsin early Friday morning. I arrived in Roanoke, Virginia, and as I flew in I saw mountains and I realized...this shit was getting real...I was going to run a marathon in the mountains.
After checking in I hopped on my shuttle downtown. I loved the feel of the town. We Mid-westerners pride ourselves on our manners, but southern hospitality was over the top, people were so friendly and chivalry is not dead. I grabbed lunch at On the Rise Bread I had their two-cheese veggie sub. I goofed up and forgot to cancel the mayo, but it was so good, I didn't even notice. I walked around town doing some window shopping, going into different shops, just taking it all in.
I went to packet pick-up early, got to snag my picture with the Legends, Living Legends as they prefer:
|Bill Rodgers, Frank Shorter, me, Bart Yasso|
|Cuban coffee from Habana Cafe like espresso, but sweet.|
|The star on top of the mt I was going to run up.|
|Gear all ready before I head out to to pasta dinner.|
|Angie, David, me and Nicki: photo by Josh (borrowed from David)|
I arrived back at my hotel and heard the door close on the second suspect, I was relieved, ready to go to bed, and I was ready to run.