All Eyes on Boston

In less than an hour, all eyes will be on Boston for the start of the Boston marathon.  It’s a day of great joy and great sadness.  But most of all, it’s a day of remembrance and reliance.  I will be streaming live online, like I did last year (though the online coverage cut out after the elites finished – I hope this year we get more coverage).  I will be tracking my friends running.

Here’s to coming together and not letting the bad guys win.  And to never forgetting the four lives lost last year and to those who jumped in to help the injured, making sure that no more lives were lost.


I have been under the weather for nearly two weeks.


I’m going a bit stir crazy.  Which I think means I’m finally getting better.

While running the double half marathons, I was getting a scratchy throat and knew I was getting a cold.  I was not wrong.  Flying home congested was not fun.  But I figured I would get better soon enough.

Didn’t do much working out that week, definitely skipped swim so I wasn’t leaving snot trails behind me.  But apparently, biking this weekend might not have been the best plan.  Suddenly, I was coughing up a storm.  Spent Monday exhausted, took a sick day on Tuesday, and hit up Walgreens to buy all of the OTC medications I could find.  I wasn’t feverish or achy, so I wasn’t too worried.

Finally today, I think I’m on an upswing.  I only took a cough suppressant/expectorant this morning to hopefully help clear out my lungs.  But I’m no longer congested, which is a huge plus.  Going to probably try for an easy run tomorrow and then a bike ride on Easter morning.  Fingers crossed that I am finally on an upswing.  Being sick is no fun!


Book Review – Stronger by Jeff Bauman

indexYesterday, I read Stronger, the book by Jeff Bauman about his experience during and following the 2013 Boston Marathon.  You may not recognize his name, but you would definitely recognize the photo of him from last year.  He was the man in the wheelchair missing his legs.  That photo was splashed everywhere, and in this book, I was horrified to learn that the photo is how his family and friends learned that he had been injured.

I have to admit, I really enjoyed this book.  Bauman didn’t pull any punches.  At times, his spirits were high, and at times, they were very low.  He doesn’t set himself out as some sort of great guy.   Just a normal guy dealing with a crappy situation.

One thing I found very interesting were his comments about the public appearances he was asked to make.  For example, when he was asked to wave a flag at a hockey game, were they just being nice and giving him a cool opportunity or were they just using him as a publicity prop?  Given that at a later hockey game, he mentions that they wanted him to come out on the ice but they wanted him walking (he wasn’t ready for that), I’d say he was being used as a prop.  But he made the appearances anyway because he felt it was important for all of the people who had done such nice things for him.

Because of that now infamous picture of Jeff in the wheelchair, he is somewhat of a celebrity.  People want to know how he is doing, which led to a lot of publicity requests.  It was interesting to see how he chose who to speak to.  The New York Times got interviews because they had sent a 24-year-old intern to cover the marathon and then let him continue the coverage and Jeff thought he was a nice guy.  Brian Williams got an interview because he personally called Jeff’s publicity person (a friend of a friend volunteering to help him out).  But I thought it was cool how he tried to share the opportunities he was given.  He met other “less famous” bombing victims in the hospital and became friends with them and tried to share the opportunities.

Jeff was very lucky, all things considered.  Because of the state of his legs (or lack thereof) when he arrived at the hospital, his treatment was obvious.  There was nothing to save.  Other victims went through more surgeries because they were trying to save limbs.  He was lucky in that he had no infections in his wounds.  He physically healed very quickly.  He had great insurance, though his mentions of the costs of his rehab and his legs make you wonder how he will make ends meet over the coming decades.

I’m sure there will be criticisms of the book.  Some will say that he’s cashing in.  I think he’s getting out a story that many people want to hear.  And hey, I think he deserves to cash in a bit.  He’s going to need that money.

So to sum up, if you’re interested in Jeff’s story, check out the book.  It’s not a tough read, and he doesn’t go into great detail about the medical issues (if you’re squeamish, that might be a concern).  He doesn’t set himself out as some great guy.  Just a guy who happened to be somewhere where his life changed in an instant.

One Year

Though this year’s running of the Boston Marathon won’t happen until next week, today is the one year anniversary of the bombing at the finish line of the Boston marathon.

I wasn’t there.  I am so impressed with those who were there and who plan to go back.  I’m excited to see all the coverage of the injured spectators who are now running.  After last year, Boston will no longer just be about the elites.  And I think that’s awesome.

I think everyone in the running community has seen some of the effects of last year’s events.  I’ve run races where spectators aren’t allowed within a certain distance of the finish line.  I’ve run races where every single runner has to go through a bag check area.  But I think we’ve also seen a great coming together of the running community.

I know that the news will be filled with stories and memorials for much of this week and next.  And we will see plenty of people wearing Boston attire – bracelets and t-shirts and hats and all sorts of other accessories.  I know I’ll be wearing my Boston headband next Monday for sure, regardless of how work appropriate it might or might not be.

I have also seen some people who appear to be taking advantage of the anniversary.  Shirts and the like for sale with the profits going directly into their pockets instead of to a fund related to the event.   Not only is The One Fund out there, but some of the family members have started up their own charities as well, and any of these organizations would be a good place for the profits to go.  But people are greedy and selfish and see a chance to make a profit.  All I ask is that if you want a Boston Strong item, make sure that the people selling aren’t doing it all for themselves.

Next Monday, I will have the live feed of the race going and I can’t wait.  I think it will be an amazing event.  Good luck to everyone running!

Back on the saddle

I know, I know.  The phrase is “back in the saddle.”  But that doesn’t make sense on a bike.  So I changed it.

Yesterday, I took Ethel the bike out for her first ride of the season.  She’s been in the trainer all winter, and by “all winter” I mean “since after the marathon in January.”  I’ve been better about trainer rides, but yesterday’s ride showed me just how much fitness I’ve lost.

I joined the group from Princeton Sports, a local bike shop for their weekly ride.  There was a 15 mile and a 25 mile option.  I opted for the slow 15.  It was pretty much just an out and back, but said out and back was full of hills.  By the end of last season, I was doing pretty well on the hills, but yesterday was a struggle.

I made it up all of the hills without having to walk them, so I consider it a victory.  But my lungs were not happy with me, and I could tell my heart rate was higher than it should have been.  Of course, I’ve been fighting a cold for a week, and while it’s pretty much gone, I have a lingering dry cough that is slowly driving me crazy.  That probably didn’t help much.

I have to say, I don’t know how people get up some of those hills without being attached to their pedals in some fashion.  Seriously – if you’re a cyclist avoiding clipping in, go out right now and buy new pedals.  I would have never made it up the hills if I had to simply rely on my ability to mash down on the pedals.  Being able to push and pull with my legs was the only thing that got me up.  And I didn’t fall.  I consider it a win.

So this was week one back on my bike.  Next winter, no long extended breaks from my bike.  Yikes.