The Happy Swallow

It all started several years earlier when I read an article in one of the Boston newspapers about how patrons of The Happy Swallow bar in Framingham would cheer wildly for the first marathon runner to come off the course near Mile 7 and enter the bar. Then the owner would give that runner a […]

“Try hard — try harder!”

On Friday April 15, 2016, I was on the train to Boston to attend a conference on Native American Running presented by Harvard’s Peabody Museum in collaboration with the Boston Athletic Association and other sponsors. This topic has interested me since reading a book by Peter Nabokov which described how Indians ran to communicate, fight, […]

Proud to Accept the Invitation

At 2:49 p.m. on April 15, 2013, I was recording video from the Boston Marathon finish line on Boylston Street, ten yards away from where the first bomb went off. I was trying to get a lot of those first-time marathoners and charity runners coming across. People who aren’t used to running that race let […]

Charting my race versus plan

“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. This was just over a minute faster than my time in 2014. It was my eighth marathon PR, my fifth PR of the year, and my 12th PR since turning […]

A Tale of Two Bostons

My Boston story begins in 2008 when I ran my first marathon, although the description “run” is probably an over simplification: I ran, walked, hobbled, limped, and finally finished in 4:46. I could have checked marathons off my bucket list and moved on to something else, but I was annoyed with myself. I decided to […]

Three Boston Medals

In 2006, I visited my doctor weighing 104kg. With medicated high blood pressure, dangerously high cholesterol, and a shocking liver reading, I was on a path to destruction! I started my own butchery business at the age of 19, and that was the end of my exercise years until 2006. That day the doctor told […]

A lifetime’s worth of tragedy in the span of 20 minutes

Accompanied by cooler temperatures, race day started with promise and enthusiasm. The starting line was abuzz with talk of PR’s and possible personal Boston bests. A trend of new PR’s was also evidenced by the too-many-to-count runners who scanned their wristwatches while covering the last five miles. I crossed the finish line at 2:45 pm […]