|Winning Boston, 1968.|
I was born on the exact same day and year as President Bill Clinton (Aug. 19, 1946). I'm not saying I'm proud; that's simply a fact. In August 2013, I turned 67 ... and so far, so good.
|What I look like now (more or less), and then.|
While still a senior at Wesleyan, and just 21 years old, I won the 1968 Boston Marathon. Later that year, I ran my best marathon (2:14:19) in Japan.
|Brrrr, New Year's Day.|
These days I run about 25 miles a week for fitness and occasional racing thrills. I figured that I've covered about 103,000 miles in my running career. (For brief stories of other runners who have run more than 100,000 miles, see a little web site I host, www.100kLifetimeMiles.com.)
I often tell people that my proudest accomplishment in running isn't winning Boston but running the annual Manchester (CT) 5-Mile Road Race on Thanksgiving Day for 50 years in a row. (This Thanksgiving, 2013, is going to be a very big one for me! I hope to go over the half-century mark.) I won the race nine times in the old days, but I now consider each successful finish on Thanksgiving Day as far more important than any victories anywhere anytime. (I have another streak, too: I'm part of a wild and wonderful group that runs 5 miles every Jan. 1, and then plunges into the frigid waters of Long Island Sound. It's my favorite day and event of the year.)
Last April I ran the 2013 Boston Marathon to celebrate the 45th anniversary of my win in 1968. I was one of the approximately 5000 third-wave runners who got stopped less than a mile from the finish. My initial disappointment turned to fear when I heard about the bomb explosions, because I had family members waiting at the finish. Then to relief when I found out they were unharmed. Then to shock/horror/grief when I learned that many others were not so lucky. I hope to run Boston again in 2014.
I also ran the 100th in 1996, with my wife. Wouldn't have missed that for anything.
|Laura, Cristina, me, Dan, on Block Island, RI.|