sorry for the separate thread, but Im not into spinning any kind of agenda here. Just really saddened by the loss of one more piece of American innocence.
Now they are bombing road races?
Boston is basically the model, logistics-wise for the thousands of road races held across the country each weekend. What made it different was you had to qualify for it but if you failed to do so and wanted to run without a number you could...all that was asked was that you seeded yourself in a spot where you weren't going to be trampled by faster competitors. Those days are probably over now.
I qualified way back in 1982 and it is one of my few framed bib numbers. This was the era of Bill Rodgers and then ---as they called him in Bahston---Alberto Salazahh.
It's called the Boston Marathon, but its really the marathon of different towns west of the city. It starts in the quaint burg of Hopkinton and goes through such places as Wellesly, where the runners go through a narrow tunnel of screaming college girls, and Newton where the infamous Heartbreak Hill awaits. It's a point-to-point course, not a loop. The runners gather in a field in Hopkinton square before the starter's pistol goes off and basically congratulte each other for making it to the oldest and most famous road race of them all.
For a hack runner like myself it was the one opportunity to feel like I had achieved some athletic glory. The finish at the Prudential building meant a handshake and the traditional bowl of beef stew. Now that corporate sponsors are into the act I think you get a medal. But it was enough to say you ran Boston.
Also...Patriot's Day is a huge deal up there. The Red Sawx play a home game before the bulk of the runners hit the finish area and it is basically one big party.
It doesn't take much courage to place a bomb on a sidewalk and take the lives of innocents.
OK ...that's all I got right now.
SUCKS.
Now they are bombing road races?
Boston is basically the model, logistics-wise for the thousands of road races held across the country each weekend. What made it different was you had to qualify for it but if you failed to do so and wanted to run without a number you could...all that was asked was that you seeded yourself in a spot where you weren't going to be trampled by faster competitors. Those days are probably over now.
I qualified way back in 1982 and it is one of my few framed bib numbers. This was the era of Bill Rodgers and then ---as they called him in Bahston---Alberto Salazahh.
It's called the Boston Marathon, but its really the marathon of different towns west of the city. It starts in the quaint burg of Hopkinton and goes through such places as Wellesly, where the runners go through a narrow tunnel of screaming college girls, and Newton where the infamous Heartbreak Hill awaits. It's a point-to-point course, not a loop. The runners gather in a field in Hopkinton square before the starter's pistol goes off and basically congratulte each other for making it to the oldest and most famous road race of them all.
For a hack runner like myself it was the one opportunity to feel like I had achieved some athletic glory. The finish at the Prudential building meant a handshake and the traditional bowl of beef stew. Now that corporate sponsors are into the act I think you get a medal. But it was enough to say you ran Boston.
Also...Patriot's Day is a huge deal up there. The Red Sawx play a home game before the bulk of the runners hit the finish area and it is basically one big party.
It doesn't take much courage to place a bomb on a sidewalk and take the lives of innocents.
OK ...that's all I got right now.
SUCKS.
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