Boston, You Broke Me Open

What these 26.2 miles taught me about effort, memory, and letting the body speak first.

Hi! I so desperately tried to brain dump every memory I could from my Boston experience for all of you who asked for the full story.

You’re about to read my best attempt at organizing the chaos of my diary into something readable (lol).

I hope you enjoy this heart-on-the-page retelling of a truly magical weekend.

pre race selfie -- post race selfie!

I didn’t mean to cry at the finish line.

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