First Run in Newton Boco Sol AT – RunLog 2-2-18

Ummmm kind of a screwed day, but a great day to figure out whether I like the Newton Boco Sols or not.

We woke up to it snowing quite heavily, which made walking outside an adventure since the plow hadn’t gone by yet (it came while we were out there), then the snow stopped around 9:30 and left just enough in its wake that I needed to snow blow the driveway.

Not really a big deal, but still something else added to the gotta do it list. By the time I got done with the driveway, we had to take Bennie on his 2.0 mile walk to the end of the road and back. Which also gave me a good chance to check out the road conditions.

A lot of white ice from where they plowed and snow was covering the ice still left-over from the last ice storm. So walking was fairly tricky – again. During all this I was wearing the Boco Sols and they were impressing me, especially now that I have figured out that I can not wear socks with a top seam with them – it just doesn’t end well for my toes it seems.

I fixed the foot with a bit of athletic tape so that the rub wouldn’t bother while walking and got out my Darn Tough merino wool socks and didn’t hear a peep out of the foot and that owie at all the rest of the day.

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Memories of the 1983 Marine Corps Marathon

This post was written for and first appeared on One Foot In Reality.

Even though some of you may have already read previous versions of this post. Since I have started writing on Aging Runnah exclusively, I have decided to clean-up and re-publish my forty plus years of running series here on Aging Runnah. There were a few rough spots, things left out and I thought it would be nice to share this old fart’s story of running over the years – yeah the story of how I became the runner I am today.

To make things simpler I have broken these posts into somewhat chronological order, based on where I have lived and run. Some places will have their own posts, others will be combined sometimes I will even break out a particularly important event in my running into its own post

Marine Corps Marathon – 1983

The one race that has and continues to haunt me. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that it always will.

The 1983 Marine Corps Marathon was was a turning point in my running and really not a good one.

I allowed it to change my perceptions of what running was and probably still is. As a result of this one run, I believe several things in my life changed and impact my life to this day.

I wear the title of marathoner proudly, because I earned it (the hard way) and if I never run another, I will always be one.

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1982 to 1984 Running While Living in the Washington DC Area

This post was written for and first appeared on One Foot In Reality.

Even though some of you may have already read previous versions of this post. Since I have started writing on Aging Runnah exclusively, I have decided to clean-up and re-publish my forty plus years of running series here on Aging Runnah. There were a few rough spots, things left out and I thought it would be nice to share this old fart’s story of running over the years – yeah the story of how I became the runner I am today.

To make things simpler I have broken these posts into somewhat chronological order, based on where I have lived and run. Some places will have their own posts, others will be combined sometimes I will even break out a particularly important event in my running into its own post.

This post will be about the years 1982 to 1984 and I was living in the:

Washington, D.C. Metro Area

I got assigned to Coast Guard Headquarters in Washington, D.C. during the Summer of ’82 and lived in Alexandria over at the Mt. Vernon Square Apartment Complex. Which had a path leading to the back road and up this big hill and then about a mile away was the Mt. Vernon Bike trail. I ran on the bike trail a lot while we lived in Alexandria. It was a lot safer than running on the roads around Rt. 1.

Although, as I added mileage to my running I did get over around Fort Belvoir and the Old Town section of Alexandria. Continue reading