This run bright to you by the letters P, R, B and Q

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Can you tell me how to get… How to get to Boylston Street? Yes, indeed, today I hit my Boston Qualifying time. It may have been the skin of my teeth, but it happened. The race started at a chilly 37 degrees; I wasn’t too worried about the temperatures as when I left my hotel […]

Headwinds

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A cold front must be going through. The winds are howling through my windows, rattling the not-greatly-insulated glass, and creating that eerie sound you think only exists courtesy of Hollywood foley artists working on a haunted house picture. Despite really not wanting to get up this morning (callback to yesterday’s post!), I eventually got out […]