Running for a Purpose: My 12th Consecutive Boston Marathon

The city of Boston has a heartbeat like no other, and on Marathon Monday, it beats louder, stronger, and prouder than ever. There is something truly electrifying about this race—the streets lined with roaring spectators, the sea of runners pushing past their limits, and the overwhelming sense of unity that fills the air. It’s this spirit that has kept me coming back year after year. And this month, I’m lacing up my running shoes once again to take on my 12th consecutive Boston Marathon.

Running has always been more than just a physical challenge for me. It’s a journey of perseverance, a testament to the human spirit, and a chance to make a difference. This year, like so many before, I’m running with a purpose. I am honored to support 1% Better, an incredible organization that empowers individuals with Down syndrome and special needs to push past barriers and reach their full potential. Their mission embodies resilience, determination, and the power of community—values that resonate deeply with me as both a runner and an advocate for health and wellness.

Additionally, for over eight years, I have dedicated my Boston Marathon runs to supporting the National Alzheimer’s Association. Alzheimer’s is a disease that affects not just individuals but entire families, stealing memories and moments that should never be forgotten. Running in honor of those battling this disease, and for the loved ones who stand by them, gives every step I take greater meaning. The funds raised help drive research, provide care, and bring us closer to a world without Alzheimer’s.

Every mile of the Boston Marathon tells a story. From Hopkinton to Heartbreak Hill to that triumphant stretch down Boylston Street, it’s a test of endurance, heart, and purpose. But what makes this race so extraordinary is the people. The energy, the passion, and the unwavering support from strangers turned cheerleaders fuel us forward. Whether it’s the iconic Scream Tunnel at Wellesley College, the high-fives from kids along the route, or the emotional sight of a runner carrying a personal tribute on their back, this marathon is a celebration of human connection and perseverance.

Twelve years ago, I ran my first Boston Marathon, not knowing that it would become a tradition so deeply embedded in my heart. This year, as I prepare to take on the course once more, I do so with immense gratitude—for my health, for the opportunity to run for causes bigger than myself, and for the unwavering support of those who believe in making the world just 1% better every day.

Boston, I’m ready. Let’s do this again.