My Boston #16: Calmly, the waitress asked, “Was that thunder?”

After a bounce-back effort that erased the previous year’s “epic failure” in the heat plagued race of 2012, and posted a satisfying 3:04:13, Joe Muldowney and his wife settled into the nearby Legal Sea Foods restaurant for a celebratory meal. In Running Shorts – The Blog: A near-daily running blog from a veteran runner, the Veteran […]

A continuous clap and a constant roar

On April 15, 1996, the world’s oldest marathon was about to become the world’s largest marathon. But it wasn’t going to be easy. The northeastern United States had experienced its snowiest winter on record, and simply because the calendar read “April” meant little to Mother Nature, who pursued her relentless polar assault into the middle […]

Sharing a handful of moments that filled my heart with joy

 I’ve divided this post into two parts: the first will address yesterday’s tragic events at the finish line of the Boston Marathon; the second will share a few of the happier moments from the weekend because, frankly, I’m weary of reading about the sadness that now surrounds what was meant to be a euphoric, celebratory […]

Foregoing the race, and embracing the experience

I truly believe anything is possible, if you want it badly enough. For me, qualifying for (and running!) the Boston Marathon was a big dream for many, many years. I’m sure people thought I was crazy talking about BQ’ing when I was still hours (yes, hours) away from my BQ time. But Boston was always […]

Even short fat guys can perform if they train for it!

I first started running in the mid 1980s. I had gained a lot of weight, and determined it was time to take action on that matter. I went to the track at the high school, and a few of my friends were there. They told me they were training for a marathon. I was impressed. […]

Someone steals my thunder

The Fenway Hotel was about a mile from the finish line, but it may as well have been a thousand miles away. On blistered feet, space blanket covering my body, which was caked with dried sweat, I shuffled back to the hotel, spent and exhausted having completed my first Boston Marathon. The unicorn medal, bearing […]