On this wonderfully warm morning as I set out to make my long run harder and hillier than normal I found myself thinking not of Boston but of Liz……….
Liz was a girl whom I never met – she was a co-worker of my best friend – a friend to my friend. Her life was tragically cut short while she was out on a run. She was born April 24, 1980 and died April 21, 2007. She was only 26 years old.
On April 24, 2008 my son Miles was born – exactly 28 years to the day after Liz.
This April 20th at Boston I will be thinking of Liz at mile 6, 16 and 26. I will be remembering her last full day on earth. I will be running long because she can’t and simply because life is too short not to.