Run Boston

Boston has had a lot of famous things in its nearly 400 years. There’s the 70s classic rock band, Cliff Clavin, and that day the Sons of Liberty dumped all that tea into the harbor.  There’s the day 60 years ago this week when Havlicek stole the ball, and that moment Buckner let it roll through his legs. It’s home to Bobby Orr’s shot to win the cup and the shot heard round the world, and it’s where I got lost on the way to meeting a girl who would become my bride. Boston’s famous for medical innovation – probably more than any city anywhere – like the first organ transplant, first use of anesthesia, and first-time researchers found a cancer gene. It's famous for things like cream pies, green monsters and clam chowda, and in 25 days I’ll join its history when I win the 130th Boston Marathon….okay, that’s probably aggressive – when I hope to “finish” the marathon as part of a team of runners in a little club that helps people with sobriety and mental health, that’s trying to make its own history changing what addiction treatment and recovery costs, and what it looks like—a club for people who’ve been lost and are just trying to find a way to be free from drugs, alcohol and depression, battling the noise and pressure, the panic, fatigue and stigma. Not unlike those soldiers did at Lexington and Concord 251 years ago.  If you are in the crowd on this 251st Patriots Day, look for me – this being my second marathon here, I’ll probably be the one in the back of the pack, quite possibly lost, looking beaten and hobbled, but doing what little I can for the greater good. Support the cause here and listen to the Run 617 Podcast here.