My passion for Boston expertly defied logic at every turn. The weather prediction of sunny and 65 degrees only shoved more kindling for my dubious fire, and I was soon grasping for justification like a hungry monkey. I’ll just do a casual run….yeah, that’s it. A casual run. And I’ll wear a compression sleeve that will fix everything (conveniently forgetting my own advice not to add anything new on a race day). I’ll do it because it’s the 50th year since the first woman, Bobbi Gibbs, ran Boston, and they told her it was impossible. Girl power! By the time I swept through the energetic Expo with my good friend and first-time Boston runner John Heltzel, the passion flame was high. Logic didn’t stand a chance.
|(It was all about honoring the women this year)|
|(John Heltzel, my friend of 40+ years, is ready to tackling his first Boston)|
|(Goofing off with Jorge Maryville and Ian Sharman|
|(Alex Varner and the SFRC crew in Corral #1)|
I was going by feel, but was definitely the slow guy in the corral (or the one behind us for that matter). I kept the elbows in and let runners slither around me. My body felt good at a 6:40 min/mile pace, so I just stuck with it. The crowds were huge this year, much in thanks to the perfect weather. The bluegrass band at Ashland (mile 2) was rocking out, and we soon stopped our incessant passing and found a groove.
|(The runners take over Hopkinton!)|
|(Now that's what I call a hands on guide)|
|(The weather pushes past 65 degrees)|
|(Sean Meissner siting)|
|(Getting a beer with the Harriers)|
|(Liang Wu, circa 2013)|
|(Liang at the finish in 2016!)|
My thanks to the Race Directors and world-class volunteers for another great Patriot’s Day weekend. And a big thanks to my hamstring for hanging in there! Congrats to all of you runners, in particular the first timers. Hope to see you again.