This is a flashback post, something that popped into my mind.
Back in 2008 I was trying to qualify to run the Boston marathon and was "planning" on running a 3:15 at the San Diego marathon in June. Sometime in April I injured myself and had to take some time off. With physical therapy and a few good sports massages, I was able to get back in shape enough where I could at least complete the race which I had signed up for already and had plane tickets and a place to stay arranged (my brother's house in Carlsbad).
On race day I felt a little bit better than I thought I would. Headed down the hill from Balboa park into San Diego's gas light district. I came up behind a man running with no shirt on who had written in marker on his back "Follow me to Boston!! 3:20 or bust".
The man's name was Kenny and I followed him, and suddenly the running felt easy and I was really enjoying the day while running at a nice pace.
I didn't quite make it to the Boston time that day (had a 3:24), but it was one of the best marathons I ever ran as far as feeling good and being able to do more than I thought I was capable of.
I'm grateful for "follow me to Boston" Kenny.
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