To me, it seems like yesterday when the journalist at the finish line insinuated that my run was just a prank, that 'real' women would not run. In return, I have given it my total gratitude indeed, I've given it my life. If the truth be known, running has given me everything: my health, career, confidence, creativity, religion, love, freedom, and fearlessness. To me, it seems like yesterday when the aggressive journalist on the press truck, alongside of me at mile three, said, "What are you trying to prove?" and I answered, "I'm not trying to prove anything! I just want to run!" And for fifty years, I have run. "I'm not twenty anymore, I'm seventy, get it?" it shouts back at me. And yet, as I train to be on that starting line again fifty years later, my body reminds me when I ask it why it is going so slowly.
Fifty years! Who could imagine it was fifty years ago when I first ran the Boston Marathon and an altercation on the racecourse that day changed millions of women's lives?
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