I had taken up long walks and this particular Saturday found me wandering clear across Boston where I came upon a running store, so I walked in. I gazed at the few dozen race brochures and flyers and one caught my eye. The James Joyce Ramble 10k. Being an English major and nostalgic by nature, I read that brochure. I had never run before and the race was the following weekend but something told me I wanted to run this particular event. So, I folded and tucked it into my back pocket and walked home. I filled out the entry and mailed it with my check on Monday. I ended up having to go back to the running store to buy a pair of running shoes (I think they were New Balance but not certain) for the race. I laced them up for the first time on race morning and headed to Dedham, MA.
I won't say that running changed my life and made it great in some way but it was a bridge to get me over the chasm of darkness I was otherwise falling into. Nothing mattered and I was doing careless things with my life, from pushing the envelope carelessly in scuba diving to darker thoughts of not wanting to face another day. Running and racing and the people I met through it provided enough for me to look forward to that it kept me interested in existing just one more day.
|Early race directing 2004|