On Saturday I did something I’ve been planning for a good while. Whenever I do a long run, I wind up within spitting distance of Boston before I turn back towards home. For once, why not just run all the way into town? Ten miles could put me right in the middle of it, and […]
My long run was moved up to this morning because our Sunday is filled up with a company cookout and a rock concert. Since I might have to skip tomorrow, I decided to crank the distance up a bit. The weather was pretty nice and I felt great, so I wasn’t expecting any trouble.
Today was my 53rd race. I’ve been around the block a few times, and I pretty much have the routine figured out. That being said, imagine my surprise when something wonderful and awesome happened right in front of me.
So today is normally one of those holidays where I do a running event, but this year I’m not. It’s kind of a bummer, so I decided to cheer myself up with my own little event.
I was having a hard time getting back into the swing of things after my first New England Winter, so I set a clear goal for myself. I would run another half-marathon in under two hours. At the very least, I would finish it without walking. At the most, I would train my way out of my Fatboy Jeans again, and this time I would burn them.
Okay, it’s time for Race 51: The Marine Core Honor Run. This one is is meant to recognize the contributions of peeps in the Marine Corps and in law enforcement. They give out scholarships and bonds to the children of said peeps, so it’s yet another run race for a warm and fuzzy cause.
There were two races I could have chosen for my 50th race. One was at an elementary school two miles from my apartment, and the other was on the Esplanade along the Charles River. I chose the more scenic because I like running along the water and I thought it would be a larger, grander operation. As it turned out, I may have had that last part backwards.
My first Boston Marathon was just as I had expected… I was there as a spectator. Among other things, I discovered that my camera’s battery is going south, I am still unable to dress for the unpredictable Boston weather, and I need a new digital camera with a better pixel-count.
I was going to do a simple 5K this weekend, but Sara let me know that there was a 5-mile race on the same day. I wanted to test my post-winter fitness, so of course I went for the longer race. My goal was a modest 50 minutes, but I was in for a bit of a surprise.
