The headlines say it all: Boston massacre: Thousands of runners quit marathon and last year's champ drops out at mile 18 as temperatures soar to 88.
That is hot for a marathon. Hot to do anything really - other than swing in a hammock, in the shade, cold drink in hand, cheering on the runners. Which is what I did. It was a great race for Kenyans.
Much more seasonal temps today, and as I went out for my 2.51 miles run this morning, I thought of all those who struggled through 26.2 miles in the heat, and dug deep as I ran up my very own heartbreak hill. Well, maybe molehill is a more accurate description.
April 18, 2012
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