Not to brag, but I am running two marathons this fall. First I’m running Chicago in two weeks, then New York a month after. Not to brag.
Because I’m not Kenyan, I probably won’t win. Because I want to come in second place AFTER the Kenyans, I went on a long training run today. And I couldn’t help but think what inspired me to start running ten years ago in the first place. The Freshmen 50 that I gained in college? The cute boys that ran around the Esplanade in Boston? My own dad who had run a bunch of marathons?
Um, triple no.
Grover f—ing inspired me! Duh!