I found this post in my Drafts box. I never quite got round to finishing it and then it wasnt quite the right time to post it, so here it is unfinished Friday was a solemn day. Runners made their way to Boylston Street. With a few days until race day it was the runners …
There were tears on Boylston on the day the runners came back. Wrapped in scarves of Boston blue, carrying the hopes of strangers. The blue and yellow jackets of ’13 the first ones to arrive In a race for restitution For their numbers to be counted they stood in contemplation At the finish line rebuilt. …
The second half of last year saw me injured with an achilles injury which took nearly 6 months to get better. Since January my achilles has been behaving, though it still niggles, but I have also been struck down with plantar fasciatis, a sore ankle caused by bruised cartilege, a long running sinus infection, and …
It is difficult to know where to begin to describe this year’s Boston marathon. I have tried to start writing this post several times and never quite managed to find the words. It has been a week of powerful, powerful emotions. Arriving in Boston to run the marathon and getting caught up in the excitement …