Since this is a running blog, at least in part, perhaps I should talk some running?
I am woefully behind the times this week with Boston coverage. I was home with two sick kids on Monday, so I didn't even get to watch the race until they went to bed — hours after it happened. I knew that an American woman didn't win (I confess, I don't care that much about the men's race, though I find the world record debate fascinating), but that was about it.
It was awesome to watch the end of the race. I don't follow road racing all that well, just here and there, and had never heard of Desiree Davila. But holy cow, watching her run was awesome. She seemed so efficient, so focused, and I swear, only her legs moved. It was wild. It was like watching a metronome. I loved how controlled she seemed.
And I really loved the fight in her. I got totally teared up watching her hang on for second place. And she was so close, so, so close to winning. Even though I knew she wouldn't — because of spoilers all day — I still found myself cheering and hoping and on the edge of my seat.
Desiree Davila
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