I spent the whole summer training for this particular day.
Preparing for the worst, I pushed myself with some grueling runs in 90-plus
degree temps when many were hunkered down in air conditioning.
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| Passing the seventh mile at Falmouth in 2011 (MarathonFoto) |
Running the Falmouth Road Race is my annual summer goal.
It’s something that’s circled on my calendar and remains in the back of my head
when I lace up the sneakers and try to figure out my new Run Keeper app on my
iPhone.
More accomplished runners, like my wife, prepare for a race
like Falmouth by taking part in local road races and organized events. But not
me. Falmouth is my goal, my only
goal.
I laugh when I look back at how I used to support my wife’s
running by standing at the finish line with a box of donuts and a cup of
coffee. Dudes with ripped abs
would give me a funny look, but maybe not as funny as the look I would give
right back.
I happened upon Falmouth when I served as a finish line
volunteer in 2003 and 2004. I wanted to see my wife run and at the same time,
found time to put down the donuts and help cheer on, and assist those a little
gassed, as they crossed the finish line.
It was then that I told myself, “I want to give it a try.”
