no boston, just more stomach pains

The end is always the most memorable part. My “right on Hereford, left on Boylston” from last year is still fresh in my mind, though it still feels like a blur.

I don’t remember any spectators, though I’m sure they were loud. I was so desperate to see the finish line that I shut most everything out. I recall running next to a woman as we hit Hereford, and that’s it. There had to dozens of other runners, but my focus was on finishing.

After the turn onto Boylston, this woman seemed to pick up her pace. And so did I. We never shared a glance or any words, but the push was on. Then she started to pull away. And then I heard my name announced, which was a complete surprise. Finishing ahead of this woman no longer mattered – hearing those simple words – Tim Dumas – gave me such a rush. And then it was over.

Immediately after crossing that coveted blue and yellow stripe that marks the end of the Boston Marathon, I felt nauseous. The feeling lasted for at least an hour. It’s a sensation I dread. And it’s one I won’t have to endure this year. Not in Boston anyway.

I’m not running.

After weeks of peaks and valleys health, I will officially be a DNS.

On Tuesday I had my appendix removed. After a long night of stomach pain, it was a relief to have the offending party removed. Didn’t need it anyway. Tuesday of course was the one-year anniversary of the bombings. And as I sat in my hospital bed, the reflections of that day were all over the TV. I wanted nothing to do with it. Every time I saw someone running in an addidas jacket – you know, the kind with the three stripes along the sleeves – I got jealous.

But now that a day has gone by, I’d still like to be part of this great event. I can’t run for about a month, but I can’t tear myself away from the Boston Marathon. Maybe I can cheer the runners from Natick, where a group of my friends gather each Patriots Day. Or maybe in Brookline, near Mile 23, where my brother lives. Somehow I’ll be along the course.

And this year, no more stomach pains.



One week to go: Glad it’s not THIS Monday

This year’s Boston is an event I have looked forward to since last April. The anticipation rivals a youngster’s desire for Christmas. The months can not go by fast enough. But I’m actually glad the race isn’t happening this Monday.

It’s not as if I’m not ready. The weather forecast is the problem.

The weather powers that be are calling for 77 degrees. Granted, a strong tail wind is expected, but I want nothing to do with anything over or near 70. I prefer next Monday’s day-of-race forecast for Boston: 59 and mostly cloudy. Clouds are huge this time of year. The less sun the better.

I’m sure the forecast will change about 10 times between now and then, and I’ll be checking every few hours just to see, but if it stays anywhere near 60, I’ll be happy.

Then again, I could use another week to get prepared. Not that I have anything strenuous planned, but I had a minor setback a few weeks ago. Fortunately, it happened the day after my 20-mile run.

It was March 29, a Saturday, and I started to feel ill. My family spent the day at the Museum of Science and later walked in the rain to the North End for dinner. On the way home, I had to pull over on Route 2 near Concord to dispatch the lasagna I had eaten a few hours before.

What seemed like a stomach bug lasted for about four days. I did not run on any of them and was relieved that I had gotten my Ashland-to-Heartbreak Hill run in. I would have never had the energy to do it the following weekend, which was three weeks before Boston. And three weeks prior is when I usually do a 20-miler to prep for a marathon.

After the bug subsided, I started feeling better, but not quite “normal.” I felt light-headed, which was very disconcerting.

I began to question everything about the marathon. Should I scale back my goal time? Should just take it slow during the race? Should I even run?

Eventually I went to see my doctor (last Wednesday). He checked me out and had a nurse take some blood and said he’d call later in the week. When I didn’t hear anything, I figured there was nothing conclusive with my blood work. I was a bit disappointed. I just didn’t feel right. When there’s a big event such as Boston approaching, that’s not a good feeling.

But on Friday night, he called and said I had an iron deficiency and prescribed some pills. I was relieved.

I’ve been taking the pills for just a few days, but I’m starting to feel normal again. You don’t realize how good normal feels until … you don’t feel normal.

I know this is taper time, but on the days I don’t run, I feel stale. It’s a common feeling leading up to a marathon, but I just need to run just about every day. It makes me feel whole, normal.

I joined my local running club (Squannacook River Runners – Groton, Mass.) on Sunday for a run in the rain. I ended up going 13 wet miles. And I felt good. I certainly didn’t need to run for an hour and 42 minutes, but what I did need was a confidence boost.

I’m starting to feel positive about the marathon again, although I’m going to run by “feel” instead of going all out for a sub-3:05 finish.

I’ll certainly run this Monday in the heat. It’ll be good practice when it comes to staying hydrated. I’m just glad I don’t need to go the full 26.2 until next week. Just wish that 59 and cloudy could be locked in with a guarantee. Not just for me, but especially those who aren’t starting until 11:25 a.m.

Whatever the weather, 36,000 of us will be ready.



Ashland to Heartbreak: A dry run

One door closes, another opens.

My training plan for this year’s Boston Marathon included the usual long distances, but I had/have a few specific workouts that I wanted to get in: 10 repeats up (and down) on a long, steep hill; two road races; and a trial run along most of the Boston course itself. Continue reading ‘Ashland to Heartbreak: A dry run’


Michael Kennedy: Marathoner

It was hard not to be reflective on my run this morning. As I jogged from Ayer into Devens, several half-staff flags were in sight. My thoughts immediately went to Wednesday’s tragedy in Boston: 2 firefighters were killed battling a wind-driven blaze.

By late Wednesday, we learned their names and envied their efforts – they selflessly died while attempting to make sure no one else did. And they succeeded: there were no additional fatalities.

For a time, they were just names – Michael Kennedy, Edward Walsh. Continue reading ‘Michael Kennedy: Marathoner’


One month till Boston

Sorry I haven’t written in a while. My fingers have been lazy. Not so my legs.

I’ve been training hard and smart for the Boston Marathon, which steps off a month from today. (Wish it was tomorrow!)

This will be Boston No. 5 for me – if I can stay healthy. Just getting to April 21 cannot be taken for granted. There’s no guarantee that I’ll get to the starting line. Just like there’s no guarantee I’ll finish. But so far, everything is pointing to an unforgettable, spine-tingling experience. Continue reading ‘One month till Boston’


SI should name Boston its Sportsman of the Year

An email popped in last night that got me thinking – without ever reading it. The title: “My Sportsman: Boston’s David Ortiz.” It is another installment/nominee from Sports Illustrated as the magazine closes in on its choice for Sportsman of the Year, which will be announced Dec. 16.

Ortiz is a good choice. A better one, however, is the city of Boston itself. Continue reading ‘SI should name Boston its Sportsman of the Year’


Sox should lock up Lester – now

Another Sox star bolts for the Yankees. That scenario used to hurt. Not anymore.

When you have the satisfaction of winning ANOTHER World Series (the euphoria from this latest one should’ve lasted longer than it actually did), a player jumping ship to a hated rival doesn’t boil my blood like it used to. Continue reading ‘Sox should lock up Lester – now’


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