Thanks so much John. My brain still thinks I'm an elite runner, but now when I work up the courage to run the local 8 Km race and the 11 year old and his granddad in the walker pass me in the final sprint to the line ... well, reality can be cruel. Glad you liked it!
You never told me you were an elite marathoner. I mean, a 2:35 marathon and the Boston Marathon?
You have to be one of those short, skinny guys that are always starting at the head of the pack, and are never seen again, until the festivities after the race when they receive their awards.
I was wondering how you were going to keep the story interesting, since you were going to concentrate on the actual race itself. Well, you... Show more
The undeniable male-ness of the story is a second place finisher to the emotional tale.
The drop dead commitment of the individual and competitive camaraderie of the contestants should speak to everyone whose laced a shoe (or held a pen) and thought they deserved to do so.
Well done.