I lived in Boston for a while. During my time there I ran around town, participated in races and even stood near the Finish Line at the Boston Marathon. I still have friends there. So it was more than a little disturbing when I found out about the bombings.
I had hoped to compete in this marathon, but I have yet to master the art of [wearing spikes on my shoes and stomping through snow banks]({{site.baseurl}}all-kinds-of-weather/ "All Kinds of Weather"). Instead, I was a grateful spectator. How could I not be?
Time once again for the Governor's Cup. It starts at the Statehouse and winds through Columbia. Cara and I have been really busy with the move up north coming up, so we didn't get a chance to train properly. Still, we had signed up for the half and we were determined to make a good day of it.
Charleston had its first full marathon on Saturday. After all my time running races in that town, there was no way I was going to miss it. After all, I ran my very first registered event in Chucktown.
Columbia had a half marathon just a couple of miles from the house, and two of my high school buddies were going to be there. There's no way I was going to miss this one.
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.
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 recently completed my second marathon. A single marathon is plenty of accomplishment for anybody, of course. The sensible thing would be to declare victory and go back to your regular existence. It's just not that easy, though. Something about the experience draws a person back into the mix. This time the event was held in Montréal, and the weather was better than I could have hoped for.
As you can see from the photo on the left, I didn't get much sleep the night before. All my fault, I admit. I hadn't even really trained for this one, but I did okay at the Charlie Post, so I figured I would just cruise through it and enjoy myself.
This was a new one for me. I've never actually been to Sullivan's Island before. Well, not for a race, anyway. I ran onto the island during my marathon training, but I just turned around and came back to Charleston.
Well, here it is. The Big One. My first marathon. I had been training for Kiawah for a while, but having two jobs can get in the way. After all, it's not easy to devote four hours to a long run when you have work at a Starbucks all night.
The course was pretty similar to the Folly Beach Save the Light Half-Marathon, but that's understandable since Folly Beach is only so big. I'm in training for a marathon, so I didn't plan on breaking my neck out there. I just wanted to cruise a bit and enjoy a good run with some familiar faces.
Recently I cranked up the standards a bit. I participated in the Save the Light Half-Marathon, running 13.1 miles back and forth through the neighborhood around Folly Beach, South Carolina. The goal of the event is to raise money for the local lighthouse. You can get more details at the official website for the event.