Yesterday, I was supposed to run my first marathon. Over the last few years, I’ve run a bunch of half marathons and a 17 mile mountain race, but I’ve never gone the full distance. Having grown up in Boston, the allure of marathoning has been strong since before I ran my first race; with an inherent competitive fire and nostalgia for my hometown, running a marathon is always framed within the context of running fast enough to then go run Boston.
Project 365 has been a struggle, climbing every day without a day off, but currently I have logged 27,200 vertical feet in 103 consecutive days climbing. Over the better part of April, we have been in Zion NP, getting reacquainted with the hardship of the desert, making big strides and learning humility.