Whenever I want a jolt of pure happiness, I think back to my Boston Marathon. I spent 12+ years wishing, hoping (praying) and running and I finally qualified. It was at the Chicago Marathon, in 2009, where my husband held my hand as we crossed the finish at 3:44, just before he proposed. That day is a close second to my 'best race days ever', but Boston will always be number one.

The energy in Boston is unmatched on marathon weekend. Everyone there feels it, and the instant bond you have with the runners stays with you forever. The expo is world-class, the race start makes you feel like an elite athlete, and every step of 26.2 miles is met with a screaming crowd who seem to be as happy to be there as you are. The miles are permanently painted on the road. I still tear up when I think about it.

Heartbreak Hill lives up to its name, but you plan for it, it's no surprise. You just let the crowd take you to the top, you surrender to it. My positive feelings toward the Boston Marathon is a mixture of goal-achievement and a very-well-run event- the runners know how to race, there are no novices. The aid stations, official and unofficial, are manned by truly awesome human beings. Every aspect of the race caters to the runner, in celebration of the run. I can't say enough good things about it. If it's on your bucket list, figure out a way. Because you must do it.

Read more about my experience in my blog:
http://rulesforrunning.com/2013/05/14/amies-origin-story/