When I run one of these damned endeavors, I always have a primary goal: To finish. I don’t seek, I merely discover.

Since I’ve adopted this philosophy, it appears that I’ve come out just fine. This last week has been something of a watershed moment in my life. I learned a lot about myself, but more importantly, about the resolve of the human condition.

I learned man must be prudent in his decisions, in dreams, and his expectations. This is the price one pays for having a manifest destiny.

I never expected this marathon to be preceded by a chain of events so original, and completely destructive of my emotions.

Today, for the first time in several months, I felt the tide turn. I felt resolute. I could put the bitter history of Disney and Boston to rest, and rectify the mistakes of recent history.

This is the price one pays for having a manifest destiny.

I don’t subscribe to a lot of the dogma of my generation. I shun conventional wisdom when others act pursuant therein. If the blood in my veins was qualitative, it would be 97% chivalry saturation, and 3% audacity saturation. Chivalry is not dead.

This is the price one pays for having a manifest destiny.

Having friends who transcend even the hardest of times, at the most uncommon moments, is a gift. I never expected, in all my wildest expectations, that I would owe so much, to so few.

This sport is demanding. But it is also hilariously simplistic. It requires the most simple of human attributes, and yet it tests these innate characteristics to the edge of human limits. After these limits are stripped of the gloss of culture, they are abolished.

Life is a lot like endurance sport. Both make you discover new obstacles, both require the respect of demands, and both allow one rise to new expectations

This is the price one pays for having a manifest destiny.


There is uncertainty in this sport.

If there wasn’t, it would not elicit the sensory emotion it does. Each of those runners I passed today ran their own race, independent of myself. But at the finish line, we all shared something.
There is a universal truth in running twenty-six miles, three hundred eighty-five yards. You need to be willing to leave the comforts of the familiar. You need to experience pain, desperation, and then you will be greeted with a euphoria like you have never known.

Manchester City 2007
Universal



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