Trails of My Youth…
You would have found me on this stretch of trail almost every weekend from 2005 to 2007. I was raw, naive, and shadow boxing my way to (yet another) Boston Marathon victory. This trail made me strong; this trail made me fast. It feels appropriate to be back there, tapping out a steady rhythm and chasing ghosts. The spirits are different now, though; not champions past, but younger, bolder versions of myself. But the feeling is the same- the sweet satisfaction of another long tempo in the books, and a sense of balance in my life.
