What can YOU say in six sentences?
I last ran as a bandit in the Boston Marathon some seventeen years ago and dropped out at mile twenty. Today I'm on a treadmill in my local gym, following the race on an overhead TV, and remembering the sights, the smells, the company, the pain, the dream. I watch the leaders pass familiar landmarks. Life itself is our glory and ordeal, I think, our measure of heart, and of passion. We do our best. There is no finish line.