Andrea looked over at me and said “What a view we have!”
If you had asked me in early March if I was going to be running the Boston Marathon, I would have replied with a “maybe.”
If you had asked me in early March if I was going to be running the Boston Marathon, I would have replied with a “maybe.”
I ran my first marathon in October 2013 at the Detroit Free Press marathon. First of all, I couldn’t believe I was going to complete a marathon. It
After six months of fundraising and training, the time finally arrived to make my way to the Bay State to run the 119th Boston Marathon.
Like most avid marathon runners, I’ve always dreamed of running the most prestigious marathon race in the world: the Boston Marathon. I first qualified when
It took me a long time to complete this story. Partly because of finding the time to write it. Partly because I wasn’t ready to
After running back-to-back 2:58:30s in 2013 and 2014, I had set my sights squarely on going under 2:55 at Boston. However, I crossed the finish
I really haven’t been running very long. When I turned 50, in 2005, I started thinking more about my health, and joined a fitness center.
They filed in. The seasoned pros knew where to go and lost no time heading into a dark room. Where it led I don’t know.
Where do I even begin to try to start with a race that has been several years in the making? After qualifying in 2013 for
Running is a form of therapy for me. I like the way it clears my head mostly, and gives me a sense of peace and
“Against the wind/ We were runnin’ against the wind/ We were young and strong, we were runnin’/ Against the wind…” -Bob Seger My heart sank
“Life is just a place to spend time between races.” — George Sheehan, Running & Being: The Total Experience I completed my third Boston Marathon in 2:48:32.
Weather-wise this was one of the most miserable experiences of my life, but at the same time, Boston 2015 was one of the best experiences
The Boston Marathon was everything I hoped it would be. Well, it would have been nice if the weather was a little better. But, hey….the
I didn’t choose to go blind. But the choice I made after going blind, that’s what defines my life. On a cold, gray April day,