3:55 and some change. That was the time it took me to cross the finish line of my 18th marathon - the Boston Marathon. And, while it may not seem like an impressive time, it is one of my marathons that I am most proud of.
Some may wonder if I am disappointed with my time. I'm not. I didn't need to run a certain time to succeed on Monday. I wanted to do my best but I had some perspective. I was excited purely to be a part of the race.
I wish I could say my Boston time was just a walk in the park. An easy day for me. It wasn't. I had to fight for every single step out there. I battled leg pain, I battled the intense heat. I battled mental demons, I battled the urge to quit.
I did whatever I could to keep one foot moving in front of the other. I did my very best.
Boston is in the books.