I found this post in my Drafts box. I never quite got round to finishing it and then it wasnt quite the right time to post it, so here it is unfinished Friday was a solemn day. Runners made their way to Boylston Street. With a few days until race day it was the runners …
There were tears on Boylston on the day the runners came back. Wrapped in scarves of Boston blue, carrying the hopes of strangers. The blue and yellow jackets of ’13 the first ones to arrive In a race for restitution For their numbers to be counted they stood in contemplation At the finish line rebuilt. …
A few months ago I took part in the 117th Boston Marathon. As everyone knows, the race was bombed. Helen and I were unharmed but a bit too close for comfort. After the race I wrote up my race report which was picked up by the icon of the running community that is Hal Higdon, …
The plan had been to run the Boston marathon, do well, come home energised and then straight back into training for the West Highland Way race by doing the 53 mile Highland Fling race. Things didnt quite work out like that. My race didnt go to plan, the bombs went off, and I picked up …
It is difficult to know where to begin to describe this year’s Boston marathon. I have tried to start writing this post several times and never quite managed to find the words. It has been a week of powerful, powerful emotions. Arriving in Boston to run the marathon and getting caught up in the excitement …
The Boston Marathon is the blue riband of marathon events for runners. It is the oldest, most prestigious race and it is the only one for which there are qualifying standards. On April 15th I shall be on the start line in the town of Hopkinton and for me that will mark the end of …