Showing posts with label Fenway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fenway. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Quitting Is Habit-Forming, So Never Quit



Matt's first Boston Marathon - with our brand new matchy-matchy jackets!



Moments after I crossed the start line of the Boston Marathon, my leg wasn't feeling right. In that first mile, I hoped that the pain I was feeling was going to dissipate. In the second mile, I knew the pain was real and wasn't going away. As I watched my friends hold onto our pace while I faded, I felt scared, doubt, and anger. The 11th hour injury I suffered to my lower left leg on a training run 10 days out was going to keep me from running the pace I wanted. It might have kept me from even finishing. In those early few miles, I was genuinely scared that I was going to have to drop out of the race.

The Ames Brothers ready for Boston Marathon



Let's go back a few. With three weeks to go, I broke in a new pair of running shoes on a hilly tempo run up and down Greenbelt Park with Mike and Alex. After the run, while playing with my son at a playground, I felt pain in my left foot and near the ankle. I went to the podiatrist who said the pain in my foot was just a bruise and it was okay to keep running. I thought I dodged a bullet and continued to train. With 10 days to go before Boston, I went for a tempo run in Philadelphia along the Schuykill River. Everything seemed fine. On Friday night after work, while walking my son home, I started to feel pain in my lower left leg. It seemed to come out of nowhere. On Saturday, I ignored the pain and went on a two hour run, my last long run before the race. My leg really hurt, but I was in denial since I was able "deal" with the pain. I took off the next day. Then the next day. Then, I decided just to take the whole week off to let it heal. I was icing it and taking naproxen and applying BioFreeze. While away on my work conference, I was icing it every chance I had, storing my ice packs in the hotel's freezer (the staff were great!). By Friday, the pain had gone down a lot. I was convinced that it would be fine on race day. I didn’t sleep well the last few nights before Boston. Thursday night, I slept in a hotel bed since I was on work travel. Friday I was anxious because we were driving to Boston early in the morning (6AM wake up in hopes to hit the road by 7 to arrive by 3PM). And Saturday night, my dog was up scared and confused since we were at my folks' house and not her usual routine.

Bib pick up with Derek




I went into Boston with my brother on Sunday to pick up our packets. It was his first Boston Marathon, and I was so proud to be there with him as we picked up our bibs and bought the jackets.

Bib pick up with Matt


I let a woman selling something apply some tape to my foot. It had no effect, so I took it off before the race. After our traditional pasta dinner, I went to bed on Sunday. I didn't sleep that well either and ended up on the couch so as not to disturb others.

Bib pick up with Derek and Matt


In the morning, we picked up my brother and my dad dropped us off at the start line in Hopkinton. It was pouring and the wind blowing hard - it knocked a tent over that blew into the both of us. I worried the tent may hurt us, but we were fortunate. We waited in Athlete's Village for two hours while the rain and wind battered the big tent. I interviewed him for his charity's fundraising page. I had made plans to meet others, but they moved the "It All Starts Here" sign, so the directions I gave them were wrong. We did all finally meet in the corrals. The race began, we took off, and minutes later, I knew I was in trouble.


A wet and windy morning in the Athlete's Village. Since we were among the first to arrive, we got a spot against a pole.



I actually considered dropping out in the first 5K (25% serious / 75%) against. I have a friend in my running club who has the same brain cancer that Ted Kennedy, Beau Biden, and John McCain had. I thought of her and the idea of quitting disappeared. Soon, I found a group of other 3 hour marathoners between the waves who were the "running wounded." Mike from Utah and Ryan from North Carolina became my running team that day. Running with them helped get my mind into the positive, and I started to focus on what I could do, not what I couldn’t do. Running with others in your boat is a huge emotional boost as I don’t know if I would have gotten out of my hurt thinking alone. We joked about our injuries, shared stories about what should have been, compared QT times and races, shared stories of our kids, and just kept the other going. We were from different backgrounds and parts of the country in different fields, yet there we were with one thing in common: we could run fast marathons, just not today. We started to make light of our situation, and it was around then I was determined to finish. We were a running punchline: a Jew, a Catholic, and a Mormon were running Boston all injured...






I noticed something else while running with them. Being in the void that is between the waves, each fan could concentrate on us and devote energy to calling our name, number, or club in support. “Go DC with the Sawx hat!” In fact, after the half, my leg was not painful, just a discomfort. I knew my split (1:43:46) and knew I could do that again. Once I was confident of finishing, I felt a surge carry me forward. Then wave 2 caught us before the Newton hills. But not too many runners, just a few speedy people that probably had slow qualifying times but were actually fast enough to be in wave 1; they left us behind. That's when my competitiveness kicked in. Then Mike took off to go say hi to his wife with a promise to find me. I had promised to at least stick with him over Heartbreak since that’s where his race fell apart last year. While he was gone, I caught up to one of my club mates. I had seen her in the small tent in the village prior to the race and knew she was battling a leg injury that cropped up recently. We ran the first hill together over 128 and stayed together until the hospital when she told me to go. She HAD to finish as getting to the finish line guaranteed her streaker status (10 Boston finishes in a row). I later learned that she did indeed finish, probably much slower than she would have wanted. That was true for me as well.






As we parted, Mike found me again. Thanks to Shawn kicking my ass up the hills of Brookland and the Capitol, I was in great shape and made very good time. I was even smiling and pointing at fans. One fan had a sign that said "Straight Outta Boston." I replied, "You mean Straight Into Boston!" I was able to let myself have fun, I pumped my fists, and I even asked the score of the Sox game. “Are you a Red Sox fan?” I asked people in the crowd wearing a hat or shirt. “Yes!!!” was their answer. “What’s the score?” Not one person knew to their shame. I spent the rest of our time together trying to convince Mike we are diehards. He chalked it up to they are such good race fans they didn’t check their phones.






My best 5K of the race was after the last hill. That’s when I had my fastest mile of 7:06. I had energy and figured I wasn’t going to do any more damage. And it was warm now so I had a lot of roadkill serve as rabbits. As bad as I felt, I was better off than the dude by mile 16 with a bib in the 1000s carted away in a stretcher or the guy at 23 sitting dazed unable to talk to medics. My thighs did tighten the last mile or so. I think that was due to how I had to compensate my gait. I took the final two turns raising my arms, blowing kisses to the fans, pointing to the B on my visor, and just being happy to finish. Then I realized if I ran a solid final sprint, I could claim 3:23 and I did by a few seconds. I saw Meb at the finish. He gave me a fist bump. He had a medal and I looked at him like "okay, put it around my neck." He said it was for someone else. After a few more steps, my dad spotted me and we took a picture. I connected with Shawn and regretted I had no more in me to make the mile trek and back to his house. I found Alex for a picture and congrats and rejoined my dad at a bar my the finish line. When my appetite came back, I joined Dad and Jen at the Charles Mark hotel Parish Cafe by the finish line. We could see the blue boards holding up the finish line. We drank beers and ate pizza along with my sister-in-law until my brother finished. I videoed him finishing the race - it was awesome to watch him finish his first Boston!



Moments after finishing with my dad



While not my best (or worst) time in Boston, I am grateful to have finished. I am beyond proud of my brother! Every picture of him running, he has a big grin on his face. Now, it is time to recover, rest, and heal. I am going to take it easy so I can make a go in Green Bay on May 19, or at least finish to collect another state.

Checking in with the wives while waiting for Matt to finish




My splits:


5k 0:24:10

10k 0:49:26

15k 1:14:16

20k 1:38:27

Half 1:43:46

25k 2:02:54

30k 2:26:55

35k 2:50:37

40k 3:13:42

Finish 3:23:54

Finish Pace 07:47

Overall 7486

Gender 6095

Division 1102

My Adidas video of the race

I gave my wife my medal for being so supportive and giving me best advice: you better be able to walk on vacation! We had a nice getaway in the Berkshires the three days after the race. It was our first time away from our son who had a blast with my sister and her family. On the drive, we stopped at a rest stop in Blandford, MA. We saw half a dozen Japanese tourists wearing their Boston Marathon jackets. At the Red Lion Inn where we stayed, I saw an older runner in his Boston jacket. He has now run 15 consecutive! And since I wore my jacket around the towns, many people congratulated me on finishing. That's my takeaway from this race - I finished, which is an accomplishment not to be minimized.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Comparing Red Sox Managers' Leadership Skills

For my leadership class toward my MA in Government, our assignment was to compare two current leaders.  I chose Red Sox skippers Terry Francona and John Farrell.  It really doesn't tie to this blog on running unless you could the running players have to do around bases.

            “Swing and a ground ball stabbed by Foulke.  He has it.  He underhands to first.  And the Boston Red Sox are the World Champions.  For the first time in eighty-six years, the Red Sox have won baseball’s world championship.  Can you believe it (Castiglione 2004)?”
“It hasn’t happened at Fenway Park for ninety-five years!  The Red Sox are World Champions! (Buck 2013)”
The Boston Red Sox have been crowned champions three times (2004, 2007, 2013) in the last decade after a notorious drought that lasted eighty-six years.  This success was made possible due to solid leadership, a shared vision, and the right fits at manager who could communicate the blueprint from ownership to the players.  In 2002, John Henry led an ownership group, including Tom Werner and Larry Lucchino, that purchased the franchise from the Yawkey Trust, and the new ownership changed the culture immediately.  Recognizing the importance of instituting a manager who shared their vision and commitment to winning, Terry Francona was brought in to manage the team in 2004.  Francona won twice but departed after eight years and Bobby Valentine succeeded him.  Valentine was fired after one season in which the team didn’t win seventy games in part due to his deficiencies as a leader and inability to communicate.  To replace him, the ownership recognized the club needed a manager with similar qualities to Francona and brought in John Farrell.
In baseball circles, many often wonder what impact a manager can have on his team.  Some believe that a strong manager can make the difference between winning a title and missing the playoffs.  Others believe that managers would do best to get out of their players’ way to let them just do their thing.  Since these two Red Sox skippers brought these nine (baseball-speak indicting the ball club) to the top of the sport, it is appropriate to compare Terry Francona and John Farrell by examining their leadership styles according to Kouzes and Posner’s Five Practices of Exemplary Leadership: Model the Way, Inspire a Shared Vision, Challenge the Process, Enable Others to Act, and Encourage the Heart (2006, 13).
Model the way: Titles are granted, but exemplary leaders know they must be models of the behavior they expect of others because leaders model the way (Kouzes and Posner 2006, 14).
Being named manager bestows a title, but it is up to the leader to earn respect and influence to wield power gained.  Both Francona and Farrell set the examples for their charges, and players wanted to play for them and would go the extra mile.  Francona had a reputation as a player’s manager who would protect his guys and never embarrass them.  While Francona was being considered for the job, Red Sox General Manager Theo Epstein was pursuing Curt Schilling, a Cy Young winner who formerly played for Francona during his first MLB managerial stint in Philadelphia.  Originally, Schilling wasn’t considering joining Boston until “word leaked out that the Red Sox were interviewing Terry Francona as Grady Little’s possible replacement, Schilling decided he might be willing to go to Boston after all (Mnookin 2007, 243).”  Schilling became a clubhouse leader and courageous follower of Francona’s.  He shared Francona’s goal of bringing a title to Boston, taking on the challenge and inspiring his teammates, most famously by pitching and winning in the playoffs with a surgically secured ankle.
The Sox ownership wanted a manager who would be a partner and not a middle manager.  The right fit would, according to Epstein, “Embrace the exhaustive preparation that the organization demands, and Francona quickly emerged from the applicant pool.  His experiences gave him a remarkable understanding of our vision.  His preparation, energy, integrity, and communication skills are exceptional (Shaughnessy 2005, 39).”  Schilling was also known for thoroughly studying opposing hitters, and because Francona modeled the way, players prepared seriously and that contributed to on-field success.
After the collapse of the 2011 team, which squandered a nine-game lead in September failing to make the postseason, ownership elected to part ways with Terry Francona.  They replaced him with Bobby Valentine, whose style was very different.  Where Francona would go out of his way to protect his players, Valentine would publicly call out players, embarrassing them and calling attention to internal discord.  Valentine verbally sparred with fan-favorite Kevin Youkilis, calling him out for poor play at the beginning of the season causing a rift that he never mended.
Recognizing their mistake that resulted in a contentious 2012 season under volatile skipper, Bobby Valentine, and seeking to restore the kind of leadership displayed by Francona, new Red Sox General Manager Ben Cherington hired John Farrell.  “The Farrell regime represented a return to Francona’s style.  It’s only natural.  John Farrell and Terry Francona were big league teammates with the Indians.  They were great friends.  Their wives and kids were friends.  Francona brought Farrell to the Red Sox as pitching coach for four seasons (Shaughnessy November 2013).”
Farrell understood the importance of laying out clear personal values and setting the tone.  During a spring training interview with the New England Sports Network (NESN), Farrell explained his views on leadership: “I think the thing that stands out about a leader is how he goes about his work.  It’s not so much what he says.  It’s the example that he provides for a starting pitcher.  For instance, what he does in-between starts to prepare for that fifth day.  What is the daily routine for a Shane Victorino, a David Ross, or a Stephen Drew at shortstop – guys that have been added to this roster?  It’s more about keeping that game the focal point and every preparation step along the way that’s needed to put them in a position for success tonight (Farrell 2013).”  Farrell understood that the players would take their cue from him.  He needed to display his dedication to putting the team in a position to win, and the players would follow. 
Inspire a Shared Vision: To enlist people in a vision, leaders must know their constituents and speak their language (Kouzes and Posner 2006, 15).
Terry Francona had to display that he could communicate in an appropriate manner with his players early on in his tenure.  At the beginning of his first spring training in Boston, there was the annual big meeting to kick off the season where ownership, the general manager, manager, traveling secretary, public relations director, equipment manager, and a representative from the Red Sox Foundation addressed the entire ball club.  This provides the organization with a shared vision for the year while plotting out strategy and mission.  The meeting was to begin at 9:00 AM, but as time approached, Francona noticed Manny Ramirez wasn’t there.  Ramirez was known for being absent-minded and acting out at times, giving birth to the phrase, “Manny being Manny.”  If Ramirez missed this meeting, it had the potential to create a press firestorm and torpedo the new manager.  Francona recruited the affable and popular designated hitter, David Ortiz, who is affectionately called Big Papi by teammates and fans and is a friend of Ramirez’s, to go get him.  Ortiz recognized the situation and respected the way Francona wished to handle this, opting to let a player bring another player to the meeting to avoid making a scene.  The next day, Ramirez approached the manager during spring training drills, draped his arm around him, and said, “I’ll hit third, I’ll hit fourth, I don’t care.  I’ll do whatever you want. (Francona and Shaughnessy 2013, 77).”  This reaction showed that Ramirez valued the way the new manager’s style.
Francona avoided a pitfall by appealing to Ortiz’s shared aspirations.  He let a friend bring Ramirez rather than potentially embarrass the temperamental All-Star.  Farrell also believes in this approach and has had the chance to display it.  A few players lost focus during Francona’s final season with Boston, creating a press storm when they were rumored to be eating chicken and drinking beer in the clubhouse during games.  Their performances suffered, but they were still talented pitchers.  Farrell was able to inspire them to return to a solid workout regimen that produced wins and a low staff ERA.  He earned their trust and respect by appealing to shared aspirations of greatness.
Red Sox Chairman Tom Werner: “John has demonstrated extraordinary leadership ever since he became our manager last winter.  John has the team focused on winning, the clubhouse is happy, and the players grind out at-bats.  His skills range from his calm nature to his in-game strategy.  Whether communicating with our core group of stars or the role players coming up and down from Pawtucket, he has everyone’s trust (Shaughnessy July 2013).”
Challenge the Process: Leaders venture out and are learners.  They learn from mistakes and seek ways to change, grow, and improve (Kouzes and Posner 2006, 17).
The Red Sox ownership rely on a type of data-driven statistics known as Sabermetrics, a methodology popularized by Bill James and expanded upon by the publication Baseball Prospectus.  Not all managers subscribe to this forward-thinking approach; some rely on old-fashioned trusting one’s instincts, eschewing data.  The Red Sox needed to make sure their managers shared and conveyed their approach to the players.  “Francona seemed to intuit the need to combine a deft interpersonal approach with the utilization of as much information as he could possibly get his hands on.  It was clear that Francona would never eschew the detailed reports the team put together (Mnookin 2007, 247).”  Francona and Farrell bought into this innovative approach and succeeded by playing the percentages, which is the heart of what Sabermetrics is.
Both Francona and Farrell had previous managerial jobs in the majors, and both struggled initially.  Francona had four mediocre seasons managing the Phillies in the late 1990s.  But, he learned from his mistakes and was able to use that to his advantage in Boston.  “Francona’s pliability, a flaw in Philadelphia, would be an asset in Boston, where it was reframed as a willingness to learn and grow (Goldman 2005, 29).”
In his first season Philadelphia in 1997, Francona sought to change the direction of his club which he did midseason in a closed door meeting: “He blasted his team – and they promptly won thirty-eight of their last fifty games.  Francona was applauded for his handling of the situation and his ability to motivate a team that had little viable pitching after Schilling and a mismatched roster (Goldman 2005, 27).”
Farrell also failed in his first managerial stint in Toronto.  The Blue Jays were dismayed with his performance after two years and willing to let him go to the Red Sox.  But, he learned from those seasons and applied the lessons to his leadership approach in Boston.  Red Sox second basemen Dustin Pedroia, a former Rookie of the Year and American League Most Valuable Player: “The thing with John is he’s so smart.  I think it seems like he learns from every single person he’s around in baseball.  John has been unbelievable with all of us, just the communication (Ulman 2013).”
Also, Farrell showed strong leadership during the World Series by admitting he made a crucial mistake during Game 3 that possibly cost the Red Sox the game.  In the top of the ninth with the game tied at four runs apiece, Farrell failed to initiate a double-switch at first base and pitcher electing to allow the pitcher to hit.  The Cardinals won 5-4 in the bottom of the ninth on an obstruction play.  After the game, he conceded, “In retrospect, sure, I would have liked to use a pinch hitter (Ulman 2013).”  Down two games to one after the loss, the Red Sox won three straight to win the World Series.
Enable others to act: Excellent leaders foster collaboration because they know that trusting others pays off.  They understand that those under them are expected to produce results and that they must feel a sense of personal power and ownership (Kouzes and Posner 2006, 18).
Francona established a trust system by empowering his players and promoting cooperative goals.  He treated the players as men, yet made clear what he expected of them: “I put the rules out there each year to protect myself.  I wasn’t going to check curfew.  No manager does.  But if somebody did something stupid at night, I could say, ‘This is the rule.’  It was all just basic commonsense stuff: be on time, be respectful, play your ass off (Francona and Shaughnessy 2013, 76).”
An example of how Francona built trust was how he handled his first game as skipper.  In the 2004 Red Sox season opener, ace pitcher and part-time prima donna, Pedro Martinez, did not have his best stuff and took the loss in Baltimore.  In a huff, he left the ballpark before the game was over, infuriating Francona.  However, it is not his style to call out players publicly, especially on his first night on the job.  Yet, he managed the situation deftly by telling the press, “In all fairness to [Martinez], and everybody else, that [rule about leaving early] wasn’t conveyed correctly on my part, and I take responsibility for that (Francona and Shaughnessy 2013, 83).”
“Francona made it a point never to criticize any of his players in public.  If harsh words were uttered behind closed doors, no one heard about it (Shaughnessy 2005, 81).”  That was Francona’s modus operandi: when Sox players misbehaved, he addressed it inside the clubhouse and then diminished the indiscretion to the media.  This style has earned him the perception as a player’s manager because they trusted he would make them look good; the team appreciated his fostering of collaboration by taking the blame.
Farrell operates in a similar manner and that has helped him build a strong relationship with his coaches.  Like Francona, he does not seek attention by criticizing his players or coaches outside of the clubhouse.  An example of how he shared power is on display with his pitching coach, Juan Nieves.  While Farrell served as pitching coach for Francona, he hired Nieves for the role and stays out of his way to let him do his job.  Some leaders can have a tough time relinquishing a role they served prior to their promotion, creating a difficult situation when supervising the new incumbent.  Yet, Farrell respects Nieves and lets him handle the pitchers: his faith of placing his trust in Nieves has been rewarded through a 3.79 staff earned run average, nearly a run less than the 2012 Sox and Boston’s best in eleven years (Ulman 2013).
Encourage the heart: The climb to the top is often arduous and long so people can become exhausted, frustrated, and disenchanted.  Leaders recognize the temptation to give up yet encourage the heart of their team and celebrate success through a spirit of community (Kouzes and Posner 2006, 19).
In the 2004 American League Championship Series, the Boston Red Sox found themselves down three games to none to their hated rivals, the New York Yankees.  No team in baseball history had ever won a best-of-seven series when trailing by such a deficit; in fact, no team had ever rallied to force a Game 7.  Francona kept the team in a positive frame of mind and only thinking about having to win one game at a time rather than focusing on the daunting task of taking four straight.  He avoided the appearance of panic by ensuring his players saw that he wasn’t doing anything differently.  Although his stomach was churning, he knew that when things are getting out of control, players take their cue from the manager.  It was important that he appeared calm and focused: he wasn’t going to give them an excuse to quit.  He told the press after dropping Game 3, “We’re going to show up tomorrow and try to play one pitch at a time, one inning at a time (Francona and Shaughnessy 2013, 112).” 
And the players responded with optimism.  First baseman Kevin Millar told everyone, “Don’t let us win tonight.  If we win, we’ve got Pedro going tomorrow, then Schilling, and then anything can happen in Game 7 (Francona and Shaughnessy 2013, 113).”  Schilling handed out shirts that read, “Why Not Us?” referring to their chance to make history.  And the Red Sox did make history by winning the next two at Fenway in extra innings, winning Game 6 in New York with Schilling pitching on his bad ankle, and blowing away the Yankees in the clincher in Yankees Stadium en route to the title.
John Farrell was brought in to change the direction from the disastrous Valentine era.  “Farrell has brought leadership and dignity back to the corner office at Fenway and the Red Sox at the All-Star break have more wins than any team in baseball.  He has brought back the Tito style of putting the feelings of the players ahead of everything else.  And it is working magically (Shaughnessy July 2013).”
Farrell was able to encourage the team in the way the veterans still on the team were treated by Francona.  Red Sox pitcher Clay Bucholz recalled, “It’s almost exactly the way it was back then [under Francona].  This is the way our clubhouse used to be.  Players get treated with respect, like a professional.  That’s the way it should be (Shaughnessy July 2013).”  Farrell showed his appreciation for individual excellence and that recreated a spirit of community that Francona had built.  He acknowledged the role Francona played, “He taught me a lot.  He has a keen intuitive feel for the game (Shaughnessy November 2013).”  Once restoring that blueprint, Farrell was able to guide the team from worst to first.
Conclusion: Terry Francona and John Farrell are very similar in their leadership styles and personalities, and both accomplished the ultimate goal of a Major League Baseball manager: to guide their ball club to a World Series triumph – and they did it in their first seasons in Boston.  Professional baseball is a multimillion-dollar enterprise; so employing the right manager to direct a clubhouse of twenty-five talented and competitive men is crucial.  This season, Francona returned to the dugout as manager of the Cleveland Indians, his first year back as skipper after his Red Sox days ended.  He guided a club back to the playoffs for the first time since 2007, and the Baseball Writers of America selected him as American League Manager of the Year.  He beat out John Farrell, who came in second; but the Red Sox and Farrell can console themselves with their eighth title in franchise history and the comfort of knowing solid leadership has been restored.
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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Boston Marathon 2013 Recap and Reflections


Race Recap: 2013 Boston Marathon

This isn’t my normal race recap.  Due to the bombings at the Boston Marathon, my recap isn’t the regular run-down of the race but will involve personal reflections, many of which are stream of consciousness.  My feelings on the explosions are still forming.  I’m so mixed with emotions and overcome by the gravity.  Something I love and have loved for many years was attacked.  The world’s most famous marathon is supposed to be sacred, but then again sporting events have been targets for a while, including the 1972 Munich Olympics.

My thoughts are with the victims, of course, but also with the many runners who weren’t allowed to finish.  I don’t know how I would react if I was prevented from finishing a race due to such an occurrence.  These runners are the older and slower runners, many of who had to raise thousands of dollars for charity in order to run.   In a way, I am reminded of the New York City last year, which I was registered to run and had raised money for a charity that helps destitute Holocaust survivors (the Blue Card); outside events forced a change in plans and made national news.  Hurricanes are different than an attack, but the resiliency of the running community amazed me: after New York was canceled, many runners delivered supplies to storm victims and after running Boston some runners ran an extra two miles to donate blood at local hospitals.

Boston was my 100th race day and 22nd marathon since I began racing in 2004 with the Marine Corps Marathon.  Thankfully, I finished in 3:19, giving a little extra kick at the end to finish in under 3:20.  My race fell apart in the 12th mile when a thigh injury I sustained the weekend before resurfaced pulled me off my sub-3 hour pace.  But, I was pleased to finish with a course personal best, as last year I finished in 4:07 in a year with extreme hit, hitting almost 90 degrees.  Yet, none of this really matters as I write this.   While Laura and I sat in the airport waiting to depart for DC Monday night, “Mad World” played.  Something about the tone of the song combined with my fatigue from the race and I broke down and cried.  I cried for the victims; I cried for the race; I cried for the runners; I cried for the city; and I cried for myself.

And as I reflect, some of my friends and relatives that checked in on us, said they were so happy that I’m a “fast” runner, because I was finished ninety minutes before the blast.  I’ve never been so happy to be a “fast” runner.  My family was watching the race right where the finish line explosion detonated, but since I was done near 1:20 PM and the bomb went off around 2:50 PM, we were long gone.  In fact, since Laura and I had a 7:30 PM flight, we left Boston quickly to get a bite at Town Spa in Stoughton near where my folks and sister, brother-in-law, and niece and nephew live.  Last year we stayed in the city for lunch and had we done that this year, getting out might have been difficult.  Plus, we flew out of Providence which was simple and no problems – Boston’s Logan was probably a zoo.

The first message came in from my cousin EJ who came with my friends to the Sox game on Saturday (Sox won in the tenth).  He asked if we were okay and that is when our phones blew-up, for lack of a better term.  We were touched that so many people contacted us out of concern.

I can only imagine how Molly is feeling and thinking.  She’s almost five and likely will forever remember today.  My sister seemed pretty calm about it all things considered.

Laura and I arrived Friday night, just around midnight.  I confused our flight’s time and thought it was 10 AM on Saturday when it was actually 10 PM on Friday.  I have no idea how I was convinced that it was a morning flight.  Our friend and neighbor, Taylor, watched Sammy.

Saturday, I saw Auntie and then Auntie Maryann drove me in to the expo.  We had fun picking up my packet and buying my official jacket.  She then dropped me off by the ballpark, and EJ, Rob from college, and Billy from my running club enjoyed a beer and some lunch.  We had a good time at the game as the Sox won!

Sunday I polished up my thesis and submitted it as the draft was due.  I was actually pleased that I planned ahead and had it mostly done so that all I had to do was proofread and revise a few sections.  I took Sunday very easy.  My Mom made her pasta sauce and we enjoyed a carbo-loading.  Then, we went over to Julie’s house where I stayed since she lives a few exits from the starting line.  It was nice of her to host me and drive me.

Two of my uncles lost their battle to cancer in 2012.  Before the Boston Marathon in 2012, I stayed with Uncle Evan Raine and my Auntie Sheila in their home in Milford, a town that borders Hopkinton.  I recall that we watched the Celtics (they won) and he sat there in pain just trying to be comfortable.  We had a good talk and he could tell I was worried about the race since it was going to be hot.  He predicted I’d finish in 3:17 – I would have loved a 3:17 last year or this year!  He passed in June.  My Uncle Ronnie Berger before the race gave me some towel that is good at staying cool and wet.  I wasn’t going to carry the towel, but it was a nice gesture.  My sister embroidered their names on the back of my singlet with ZAL in Hebrew (of blessed memory) and a penguin for Uncle Evan (he traveled a lot and took a tiny penguin with him on their journeys) and a golf ball for Uncle Ronnie who loved the game.  My uncles literally had my back.  At one point during the race, I called upon them for help and to show me a sign.  In retrospect that sign was that I never considered dropping out seriously (my family might have still been at the finish line), and we were out of there and safe before the incident.  I believe they looked out for us.

Actual Race Recap:

The morning went as normally as any race, I suppose.  I took my picture by the famous, “It All Starts Here” sign in Hopkinton, found a port-o-potty, and took a seat on a metal bench.  I arrived near 7 AM and had some time to kill.  Derek, who I met while running the Pocatello, Idaho, marathon, found me and we passed the time.  He left before 9 AM to meet up with friends.  I spoke with him and he is fine.

When it was time, I lathered up with Vaseline and Body Glide, packed my warm-ups, took a discarded hoodie that someone had left, and proceeded to the starting corral.  I hit the bathroom again, ditched the hoodie (it was a St. Louis Cardinals jacket that was fine except the zipper was broken), and got into corral five.  In the corral, I noticed I had to go again, but that would have to wait.  I ran into a friend who works as a lobbyist on the Hill, Vince, and we chatted before the gun went off.  When it did, we walked forward – there were too many people to start running.  Richard from my running club was there as well.  We went over the start line and the race was on!

About a mile into the race, I pulled over to go to the bathroom in the woods where several other men were relieving themselves.  I figured it was best to get that out of the way while the race was crowded and it wouldn’t severely affect my time, plus I didn’t want to think about going anymore.  Right after the Ashland town line, I looked to my left at a restaurant where my friend Steve Zukoff was – he is in my fantasy league – but I am not sure if I saw him since it was so crowded.  I trudged on into Framingham feeling pretty good, holding a solid pace that kept me on course for a sub 3 marathon.  At the 10K mat, I was doing just fine.

Natick was a different story.  I started to feel my right thigh and quads but hoped it would be fleeting.  No such luck, and around mile 11, I began to slow my pace to something manageable.  I hoped I could hold a 7:00 and see how that worked.  When I entered Wellesley, I was already in pain.  The sight of the coeds offering kisses made me smile (I didn’t stop for a kiss this year), and after their Scream Tunnel I moved from the right side of the road to the left where I hoped to see my Cousin Jessica who was there last year (I didn’t know she was on a flight to see my Aunt where she lives in Las Vegas).  I believe I crossed the half in around 1:32, but I knew I would not be having a negative split.

I backed off quite a bit once I entered Newton in preparation for the series of hills that destroys personal records and culminates with the nasty “Heartbreak Hill.”  My goal was simple: don’t stop running – no walking!  I race a pace I hoped to hold.  As I ascended Heartbreak, I saw my friend and former colleague, Lisa, who I ran to and high-fived while she screamed my name and took my picture.  On the downside of the hill, I tried to get my legs back and trudge forward.  I hear someone in the crowd on the left side of the road cheer for the Yankees and saw that it was my running club Alex – she is a huge Yankees fan.  I hollered her name and she cheered for me.

Around the 35K mark, somewhere in Brighton or Brookline, I thought about giving it a good kick to the finish.  I reasoned that I could run 7K in thirty minutes and re-qualify for Boston with a 3:10.  All I needed to do was hold 7:15 or so.  My legs joined me for about 100 meters before telling me that would not work if I wanted to finish, so I retreated to my goal of not walking and finishing respectably.  It was around there that I ran past my fellow DC Road Runners Club mate, Matt Anderson, who was running and walking.  He’d pass me, then walk, then pass me again, then walk – but I lost track of him.  Truthfully, I just focused on the approaching Citgo sign and finishing.  As I passed Fenway, it dawned on me that a reasonable mile would give me a 3:19 – just shy of 3:20.  I tried to hold it together and not walk – 3:19 and not walking was my new goal.  It took a kick to get me down the final mile and then stretch.  I looked left to see where my family was – no idea the danger they were in had they stayed – and saw a waving and smiling Molly on Rich’s shoulders along with Laura and my folks.  I crossed the finish line as my watch displayed 3:19:41 – and then wheezed and moaned and limped what felt like another mile as I got shivers.  I had to get my bag to call so I could meet up, and we decided to head out of town for lunch.  They came to Back Bay where I was seated and talking to a couple from Salt Lake City.  I told them I’d run in Pocatello, Idaho, flying into Salt Lake City, and also St. George’s, Utah.

My race was not my greatest marathon.  My personal best is 3:04:54, but I have to tell myself a 3:19 is a respectable time.  I was going for sub-3, but there will be other marathons for that.  It was such an emotional weekend, and I’m sure there will be many future reflections.  For now, we rally around the city and the slogan: Boston Strong – damn right!



This is the back of my running singlet.  The names are of my uncles, Evan Raine and Ronnie Berger, who both lost battles to cancer in 2012.  The Hebrew is an abbreviation that means, "Of Blessed Memory."  The penguin is for Uncle Evan who loved to take a toy penguin in his world travels; the golf ball is for their love of golf.  In the second picture, I'm with Auntie Maryann, Uncle Ronnie's widow, who came with me for packet pick-up at the Hynes Convention Center.



My college buddy, Rob Dubman, my cousin, E.J. Kropp, and my running club mate, Billy Mathis, just before entering Fenway.  The Sox beat the Rays 2-1 in ten innings.

While I was in the runner's village, Mom, Dad, Laura, and Molly took the train in to watch the race.

One mile to go!
A great view from Rich's shoulders!



A picture of my niece, Molly.
Rich took this of the Israeli and American flags.




Finishing in 3:19 and waving to my fans.








Laura takes a picture of my finish.



We get a drink and pose en route to DC.

Splits: 7:23/6:45/6:48/6:47/6:50/6:45/6:49/6:53/6:52/6:57 /7:02/7:09/7:25/7:26/7:46/7:27/8:04/8:05/7:57/8:14/ 8:44/7:51/8:20/8:38/8:52/8:52/2:50 (.37) - 5K = 21:47; 10K = 42:58; 15K = 1:04:27; 20K = 1:26:46; Half = 1:31:46; 25K = 1:50:18; 30K = 2:15:15; 35K = 2:41:14; 40K = 3:08:03 Overall = 5774; Gender 4962; Division 2730


My coworkers watching the race and my progress.