


Monday, I ran the 129th Boston Marathon. It’s something like 15 and a half years after my first marathon, and it’s taken me that entire time to get to Boston.
I ran my first marathon back in October 2009, in Portland. I’d tried a spring half marathon and survived it, and found a simple enough training plan to work my way up to a 26.2 mile (42km) distance, running through the rolling Palouse hills beyond the University of Idaho campus in Moscow, Idaho. Portland went well enough that I signed up for another the next year, and another the year after that.
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