I'm signed up for Boston. Again. I can't get over the idea that a race course that includes 20 miles of running downhill should be easy. Oh yeah -- and it's Mecca.
And now Big Sur 2013. Big Sur is a cultural experience. If I weren't running it, I'd be tempted to camp out at Mile 13 next to the piano and observe. Instead I'll join the rest of the hippie runner crowd for the most beautiful 3 and a half hours of running I can imagine.