You hear horror stories about Heartbreak Hill, the famously steep climb at around mile 20 of the Boston Marathon, but even though I'd been running for more than four hours, I sprinted up it last April without even noticing.
I'm not the fastest runner, and I'd been tired since about mile seven, vowing with almost every step never to put myself through this again: This is too hard. I can't make it. I don't even like this! But sometime just before mile 20, I took out my earbuds and heard a spectator say: "You know what's happened, right? Something bad has happened at the finish line."
Suddenly I started putting things together -- the police car that had just sped through the course, the onlookers who were trying to divert us to side roads -- and yet nothing made sense. Later I would find out from my fiance, Daniel -- who found out from Twitter -- that two bombs had exploded nearRead More »from Unfinished Business: My Journey Back to the Boston Marathon