Phedippidations

My name is Steve, I’m from Boston, and I am Boston Strong.   There’s a certain amount of pride that I have, in saying that.  But the truth is, we’re all from Boston.  Boston...is more than just a city in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts...for runners like you and I, it’s a idea...it’s a place where dreams come true.   The course from the Hopkinton Bandstand to Boylston Street is more than just a paved roadway...it’s a course.  Wherever you’re hearing me right now, that course is connected to you.  When you lace up your shoes and open your own squeaky front door, you’re taking to the same road, on the same planet as I.  The phrase “Think Global, Run Local” has never been so true as it was on the afternoon of April 15th, Patriots Day...a day of heros. I am now going to say something that is well overdue...I’m going to admit that I was wrong about something.  I’m wrong about alot of things, but I’m stubborn too, I’m a cranky New Englander...but when faced with the truth...I have no alternative but to accept