Now for the really hard part; how best to sum up a day of exhilaration, misery, heat, chills, cramps, kisses and hugs. Actually, the process of running the Boston Marathon is never about one day. Or one runner. It’s about months of training and the support you receive after countless (endless?) solo miles. Continue reading ‘Boston 2016: Thrills, chills, kisses and hugs’
How many police cars do they need?
I had no idea of the scope of what just happened. All I could do was try and comprehend what I was hearing.
Two loud bangs
Sirens blaring, endlessly.
It was sensory overload. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 16: Euphoria, until 2:49’
Our journey home began in December of 2011. My father-in-law Wilton was dying at his southern New Hampshire home and we needed to be there for him in his last weeks. We were fortunate – with the help from some very generous friends – to pack up all of our belongings into a 26-foot U-Haul and not hit any snowstorms on our six-day sojourn from Montana.
My wife and I were also fortunate not to have jobs at the time. We could focus all our time and energy on Wilton, who passed away in January. A short time later, we set ourselves up in an apartment in Ayer, Mass., to start our new lives. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 15: More heat trouble’
Some years, my body “takes” to running. Some years not.
There have been years when my legs have felt tired and stale. It happens, since I run year-round.
But 2011 wasn’t one of them. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 14: An unforgettable year’
There are small-town marathons. And there are small marathons.
And there are three-dollar marathons. OK, there may only be one of those.
The Frank Newman Marathon, which starts in Bozeman, may be the lowest-key marathon ever. And the least expensive. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 13: Paying homage’
My first marathon as Masters runner (age 40 and up) and my first as a father happened on Aug. 28, 2010. It was three years after my previous one, and everything I remembered from previous marathons came back.
Including the pain. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 12: Forgot about the pain’
After a surprisingly smooth recovery after a magnificent Mesa Falls, I started having some impure thoughts about riding this wave I was on. The local Lewis and Clark Marathon was just four weeks after Mesa Falls, and about two weeks out, I started thinking about running L&C as well.
But I first needed a test run. I decided go for about an hour and 40 minute run halfway between the races. If I felt good, I’d go for it. I did, so I did. Continue reading ‘Marathon No. 11: ‘You’re in first place!’’