If I had to choose one phrase to sum up America's efforts against terrorism since 9/11, it would be that lay definition of mental illness, doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.
This year the Boston Marathon held special meaning for me. As a senior, it's my last chance to cheer in the famous "Scream Tunnel." But this year is also the 50th anniversary of Bobbi Gibb's historic run as the first woman runner, among hundreds of men, in the 1966 Boston Marathon.
Perfection doesn't exist in the world of running. There are great runners, great venues, great weather, great competitors, and great races. There are no perfect days. The secret to running and racing is acceptance, perseverance and positivity.
Not every run is enjoyable. Some runs are just work. But that's okay. The hurt and the work are what make our accomplishments so sweet. Revel in the entire training experience, even the long run. Running is a blessing and an opportunity to be cherished.
The only way I could soothe myself was to run. The distance I ran that day would not have gotten me to the finish line of a 5k. Two sluggish, 12.5-minute miles were the best I could do. But I was outside. In my city.
Did the towns have any links to New England -- maybe a special sense of history, a general store or central green? Could I find New Bostonians with a soft spot for the Celtics, or a taste for scrod? It would take a road trip to find out.