IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT WAS...

As we wave goodbye to 2013, the words of Charles Dickens' "A Tale of Two Cities," applies to the roller coaster ride of the past twelve months.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

At the Louisiana and Miami Marathons in January, both races I would highly recommend, I was privileged to deliver seminars, meet runners from around the world, and sign books. www.runningshortsbook.com

I ran the half marathon at both events, and my wife ran the 5K.

In March, we went to the Yuengling Shamrock Marathon in Virginia Beach, a race with a special meaning for us, as Dick Yuengling, the President of Yuengling Beer, America's Oldest Brewery, was my former Little League coach, and remains a personal friend today. My wife ran the 8K event, as did Mr. Yuengling's grandchildren. Dick's daughter, Jennifer, ran the half marathon, and we enjoyed the company of her family for the weekend. On Sunday, a Boston Marathon training run for me, turned into a 3:10 marathon effort on a flat, fast Shamrock course. This is a race everyone should run.

April 15, 2013 is a day I will never forget. It was a perfect day to run a marathon. For me, and many others, it began so well. The crowds at the Boston Marathon were more supportive than ever. The city of Boston opened its arms to its heroes: the Boston Marathon runners. I turned in a time of 3:04. My wife and I sat down for lunch, near Boylston Street, when evil struck. It was tragic, senseless, surreal.

The next weekend I delivered seminars at the Salt Lake City Marathon. Runners displayed a sense of shock and remarkable solidarity. A collective healing process began.

May 7 unleashed a personal hell for me. On a routine training run, I tripped, crashed to the ground in an odd manner, and tore two of three hamstring tendons. My racing year ended, and as I close 2013, I remain unsure of my running future, as the rehabilitation process remains agonizingly slow.

In the fall, my wife and I went to the Twin Cities Marathon, in Saint Paul, Minnesota, where I delivered seminars, and where we were treated to a healthy dose of Midwest hospitality. What a great event.

Finally, we went to the Atlantic City Marathon, and the Niagara Falls International Marathon. My wife ran the 5K at the three aforementioned races, earning a 3rd place award at Atlantic City.

The best of times and the worst of times were evident in 2013.

But I am truly blessed.

To all of you who have followed and read this blog: THANK YOU!!

To the many runners I have met at races all over the country this year: You are special, wonderful people. We share a passion for running, and we are, truly, all in this together.

For those of you who have purchased my book, you have my deepest appreciation. I hope you enjoyed it. My next book will be published in 2014.

In my book, I talk about family and friendships. Our running steps are taken alone, but our family and friends share them with us in a unique way. They are the ones who can help transform a runners' worst times into their best times.

For 2014 I wish you all the best of times.

Oontz, iPod Mini, Water

For my international readers, please be assured that I do speak (and sometimes write) in English. So, don't think the title of this blog is written in another language.

Santa Claus was good to me again this year. He, who is disguised as my wife, always makes sure that my clothing tastes reflect the current century, and not the Fabulous '80s. Santa also enjoys keeping me up to date with the latest technology.

So, in addition to a few sweaters, new shoes, jeans, and, of course, new running socks, this year's treasure trove of gifts included an iPod Mini, and an Oontz.

Seriously, I DO remember 8 Tracks and cassettes, and even vinyl records. Talk about a different language! Many of you may actually be forced to look up the aforementioned items. So, the iPod Mini is beyond fascinating to me. My first thought was, "Where's the rest of it?" It's only about one square inch. Well, needless to say, by Christmas evening it was loaded with my running "Power Play List."

Equally as fascinating to me was my gift of the Oontz. One simply synchs the device with the music source, and it serves as a portable sound machine. and, the sound quality is excellent.

Today, I enjoyed my music throughout my run, and when I returned home, I fired up the Oontz in my bathroom, as I prepared to take a soothing, hot shower.

But, thankfully, before I potentially infected my body, I went to my faucet for a glass of water.

The water was the color of rum!!! A water main break had occurred somewhere in the city.

Wait a second!

I can instantly communicate with someone in China.

A thousand songs are contained on a tiny, one inch device.

I can carry my Oontz anywhere.

My GPS and Siri talk to me.

But, as I write this, I can't take a shower!

Where's the "technology?"

Of course, I jest, but there is a lesson to be learned here.

We runners live in a fascinating era. We have more devices at our disposal than ever before.

But...

Our sport still comes down to putting one foot in front of the other and going as fast as we can for as long as we can.

So, enjoy the music, talk to Siri, and Google all you want, and always remember: Our sport is as simple as a glass of water.

GET HEALTHY-GET AMISH!

Several years ago, on my way home from a Penn State game, I was astonished by the sight of many young men driving bicycles, circa 1950 models, along the side of the road. It was Saturday evening, and I was driving near the town of Mifflinburg, located on Pennsylvania's Northern Tier. The boys were simply dressed, and many wore straw hats. It turns out that it was a Saturday night, "Date Night" for the Amish.

Most of the Amish, who migrated to Pennsylvania from Germany and Switzerland in the early 18th century, speak English, but more traditional members speak Pennsylvania Dutch, a German dialect. Amish must follow traditional church rules, which cover most aspects of day-to-day living, including prohibitions or limitations on the use of power-line electricity, telephones, and automobiles, as well as regulations on clothing. Most Amish do not buy commercial insurance or health insurance, and they do not collect social security.

In certain parts of Pennsylvania it is not uncommon to encounter Amish horse and buggies on a daily basis, or Amish bicycles on a Saturday night.

Recently, I read an article in the publication, LA Healthy Living, entitled, "Why the Amish Don't Get Sick: Things You Can Learn From Them."

Statistically, the Amish are much healthier than most Americans. They have virtually no cancer, no autism, and they rarely get sick. When they do, they promptly pay their hospital bills...in cash.

The article states that the Amish refuse vaccinations. Controversial studies link certain vaccinations to the spike in our autism rate.

Amish grow and preserve all their food. They farm organically, and consume a variety of antioxidant-rich fruits and vegetables. They raise their own animals and eat no processed foods. ADHD, food allergies, or asthma are almost non-existent in Amish society.

Despite a high fat diet, Amish have low obesity rates. America's obesity rate stands at around 31%. For the Amish, it is 3%. They eat plenty of butter, meat, and raw dairy foods. Their animals are grass fed, and steroid free. They have low rates of cardiovascular disease and osteoporosis.

Amish are not obese, because they do something many Americans do less and less of these days: They move their bodies on a daily basis! They don't drive cars or use any mechanical devices. They live like folks lived in frontier America. Men average about 18,000 steps a day; while women average about 14,000.Their lives are labor intensive. Quite simply: physical activity keeps the Amish physically fit.

The Amish live stress-free, non-competitive lives. They are not isolated, rather they possess a strong sense of community. We all know that stress, in our society, is a modern killer.

Few of us, including this writer, are willing to trade in our automobiles and our big screen televisions for a horse and buggy, but adopting some of the Amish practices could benefit all of us.

                                                      Amish Country-Doylesburg, PA

WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING FROM?

On Christmas night, a quick moving storm dropped an inch of snow on northeast Pennsylvania.

Sidewalks were covered, but streets were clear when I went for my mid-morning run.

But...

Do you ever notice, no matter where you live, how a snowfall, in any amount, brings out the crazy in people?

Normal drivers become 90-year olds, or some think the slick surfaces allow them to become NASCAR drivers. Neighbors fire up the Toyota-sized snow throwers before dawn, and those who are forced to shovel the snow the old fashioned way are often resentful when they see a runner happily pass as they are engaging in perhaps the first physical exercise in the past eleven months.

Throughout my 37-year running career, irate drivers and folks shoveling snow harbor a unique resentment towards runners. Check out my take on runner-haters in the chapter entitled, "Why Do They Hate Us So Much?," in my book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice For Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes." www.runningshortsbook.com

Yesterday, however, a gentleman clearing his sidewalk looked me as I loped by and asked, "What are you running from?"

Normally, I would reply with something irreverent or sarcastic, but instead I shrugged my shoulders and pondered his question.

What ARE we running from?

Well, we are a minority, living in an obese nation. Americans are killing themselves by eating too much of the wrong stuff. Maybe we are running away from the obesity epidemic.

Ben Franklin once said that the only things we can be sure in life are death and taxes. Runners remain a few steps ahead of the Grim Reaper. He'll eventually get us, but he'll have to catch us first. Unfortunately, we can't run from the IRS.

Many folks these days are victims of stress. We have the advantage of running away from it. I have found running to be the greatest stress reliever imaginable.

We run from the ticks of the clock. They are our most formidable opponent. We strive to keep the numbers low. Oh, and we run from those just like us. Friends become adversaries when the gun sounds.

All of us are running either to or from our birthdays. Running is the only sport where we actually look forward to birthdays that end in 0 or 5, because those numbers signify a new age division.

Let's face it guys, women need running more than we do, simply because they DO more than we do. So, ladies, run away from needy kids and needy husbands. Run away from stresses we guys can't begin to comprehend. Run away, and come home refreshed and recharged.

We run from high blood pressure, diabetes, and heart disease. We run from depression and from the pressures of life in the 21st century.

Whatever you're running from or whatever you're running for, there are more reasons than there are snowflakes to keep running.

THE CROSSING

We runners complain about snow, ice and wind. Fortunately, today we are able to outfit ourselves with warm, moisture-wicking clothing and waterproof shells. Our workouts keep us out in the elements, sometimes as long as three hours, if we are in the middle of marathon training.

Well, sit back while I tell you a little Christmas tale that reduces our most difficult winter workout to a stroll in the park on a beautiful spring day.

The men didn't feast on turkey dinners. In fact, food of any kind was scarce. Smallpox, an infestation of lice, and rags instead of shoes were prevalent.

They had been on a steady retreat since August when their still inexperienced general was outflanked by the largest invasion force in the history of the world that came ashore like a tsunami. Putting another river between them and the enemy bought them more time. They were traitors. All of them. Soldiers, who were really a collection of farmers, tailors and bakers, could scurry back home if they wished. Their leaders, however, could be tried and executed for their treason. They would be hanged until they were near dead, their bowels cut out and lit afire, then their bodies drawn and quartered.

For many, their enlistments would run out in a week.

Their commander knew the soldiers, and the band of thirteen rebellious colonies needed a psychological victory.

So, the plantation owner from Virginia. The over six-foot tall giant of his time. Perhaps the greatest horseman of his time, who had all to lose and little to gain if this endeavor failed, made a bold decision. He would move over 900 men, horses and canon across the Delaware River, attack a Hessian garrison, the fiercest European fighters of the era, on Christmas night.

The mission was nearly an impossible one under any condition, but ice and freezing rain pelted the men as they floated down the river in flatboats, commanded by Colonel Glover of Marblehead, Massachusetts. Clothing was flimsy (no Goretex), and when the general was informed that the men's muskets were too wet to fire, he reportedly exclaimed, "Tell them to use their bayonets. I am resolved to take Trenton."

At 4:00 a.m., upon disembarking the boats, the troops marched nine miles, with temperatures in the twenties, reaching Trenton at dawn.

Hessians, feeling like many of us do the day after Christmas, decided to sleep in. They were awakened by American cannons, which fired grapeshot, a deadly cannonball that exploded into lethal "grapes." They surrendered in less than an hour. The Hessian commander, Colonel Johann Rall was mortally wounded.

General George Washington, the real deal, had pulled off the ultimate ruse. European soldiers of the day never fought in the winter. Instead, they retired to their "winter quarters." It's no wonder he earned the moniker, "George the Fox."

His bold move encouraged men to reenlist. The American Revolution was, for the time being, saved.

It was Christmas night, 1776, and the fighting would not end for another five years, but history will always remember Washington's crossing.

Just something to think about the next time we complain about winter weather. (or not getting your UPS parcel on time)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

From my family to your family:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

May the road always rise to meet you, and may each day be your personal best.

CHRISTMAS EVE, EVE

My wife received a terrific Christmas Eve, eve surprise today.

Back in October, she ran the Atlantic City Marathon 5K, in tropical storm conditions, on the Atlantic City boardwalk.

Today, as we opened Christmas cards and received last-minute gifts, ordered from online vendors, she received a box, containing her award, earned by placing 3rd in the 40-49 women's age division.

Unlike her husband, who began road racing during the Carter Administration, my wife, Christina, decided to begin running at the ripe old age of 40.

Although she always maintained a high level of physical fitness, running races never appealed to her.

Then, in July 2012, she entered a 5K race near Philadelphia.

As many of you can attest, there's something alluringly addictive about road racing, and she was hooked.

Since then, she's earned several awards, and she has run road races in seven different states, as well as in Niagara Falls, Canada.

There are many rewards, both tangible and intangible, in our sport.

A postal surprise on the eve of Christmas Eve, helped to make my wife Christmas a little brighter.

WHAT??

Two weeks ago, I stood in front of my seat at Lincoln Financial Field, in Philadelphia, as a blizzard raged, depositing six inches of snow on the field, qualifying as the most interesting NFL football game I've ever witnesses. The game was tremendous. The four-hour drive, that normally takes two hours, was not.

Last weekend, six more inches of snow fell on northeastern Pennsylvania, and, the icing on the snow cake was just that, a coating of ice, just to add to the treachery. Saturday's run was conducted at a snail's pace.

On Tuesday, another inch of snow coated the ground.

"We won't get out from under this snow until April," someone lamented to me this week.

Yesterday, on the first official day of winter, temperatures hit 50 degrees around here. I was happy to wear shorts for our annual Christmas training run.

When I woke up this morning, I was greeted to a Summer Wonderland!

The snow was gone.

At 10:00 a.m., as I met my friend, Eric Anchorstar for a 4-mile run, the temperature had reached 60 degrees. It topped out at 64 degrees later in the afternoon. It was delightful!

I power washed the deck, tucked away the snow plow (at least for a while), and did some of that outdoor stuff I wouldn't normally do until March.

But, to top it off, I went Christmas shopping...in shorts!!!

Hey, they have Christmas in July, so why not have July at Christmas.

I'm lovin' winter...so far!

HAPPY SOLSTICE TO ALL

At 11:11 a.m. today, Winter arrived.

More importantly, however, the Winter Solstice brings us to a seasonal corner at which we turn, and which brings us a smidgen of increased daylight, every day, for the next six months.

We celebrated Solstice Day by conducting our annual Christmas run. Last year, there were 20 of us. We ran our 3-mile course in 30 degree weather, amid piles of snow, leftover from a recent storm. Today, there was plenty of snow around, but temperatures hovered in the high 40s, and the sun shone brightly.

This year's Christmas run was decimated by illness and injury, so a mere five of us, all over the age of 50, participated. Conversations centered around our plethora of injuries, nostalgia about our "glory days," coaching, and, of course jabs at those who, for whatever reason, didn't show up for the annual traditional jaunt. After the run, we drank Yuengling beer, brewed one mile down the street, and PowerAde.

Now, it's time to get back to what most other folks are doing today: Christmas shopping, getting rid of some snow, and enjoying the Christmas vacation.

Here are some Winter Solstice facts for your enjoyment, courtesy of MSN.

An effigy in flames on the beach is part of the Burning the Clocks festival, Brighton’s centuries-old winter solstice tradition

When the sun rises over Stonehenge on the winter solstice, Druids, pagans and others who celebrate the winter solstice gather to watch the light align with the stones’ ancient arrangement.

Saint Lucia Day takes place annually around the time of winter solstice. Families in Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Finland, Bosnia and Croatia mark the day with candles and lingonberry branch crowns.

Northern China may have the most delicious winter solstice tradition: Celebrants observe the date with dumplings to ward off frostbite.

At dawn on the winter solstice, ancient Karnak Temple’s Nactenabo portal aligns directly with the light’s rays. The Karnek complex is among the world’s largest ancient religious sites.

Newgrange is an Irish tomb dating back to 3200 BC; each day at dawn, from December 19 to December 23, light hits a particular spot on the roof and dramatically lights up the tomb’s chamber.

So, wherever you are in the Northern Hemisphere, enjoy the Winter Solstice. Better and brighter days are on the way.

                                                             Winter Solstice in Alaska

NO MAS!

A few more inches of snow greeted us in eastern Pennsylvania this morning. Roads are slushy and narrow, darkness fell at 4:45 p.m., hidden patches of ice lurk beneath the snow. It's dark, dank, and dreary.

On Saturday, the main objective of the run was to remain vertical, as roads were snow-covered and slick: the result of a half foot of snow. Sunday, folks dug out, and roads were passable. On Monday, temperatures hovered in the '20s.

It's not even winter yet!!

Today, the elements beat me.

I caved in under the weight of the elements, and resolved to live to fight another day.

Tomorrow, I'll run again.

For now, I'll listen to Christmas music, open a bottle of red wine, kick back, and read the newspaper, delivered by my very special valet.

Be safe out there!

HOLIDAY MOTIVATION

Someone once told me, "Write about what you know."

So I did. And I do.

I have been a long distance runner for over 37 years, and I have been fortunate enough to run nearly 1,000 races, 57 marathons, and have remained relatively healthy, logging over 120,000 training miles. My favorite race on the planet is the Boston Marathon. It was there I ran my personal best time of 2:22:54, in 1983. I have run 16 Boston Marathons, and I devote a chapter to it in my book. This year, I crossed the finish line in a time of 3:04:21. As I celebrated at a nearby restaurant, after having taken my first gulp of Guinness, the concussion rang out. More about that in my next book, which I hope to publish in the spring of 2014.

The tragedy at the Boston Marathon created a solidarity between runners and those who support us that has been exemplified for over 100 years at the Boston Marathon.

My book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice For Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes," www.runningshortsbook.com, celebrates the terrific sport we love. My 'Cast of Characters,' those who have shared my amazing journey on the roads, are described, and they, too, exemplify the true bond runners of all ages and abilities share.

Prior to 1972, runners were looked upon as strange creatures. The Running Boom changed all that. When you read my book, you will come away with true history of our sport.

By writing about what I know, I attempted to make my experiences your experiences.

Running through the seasons, irate drivers, snarling dogs and inconsiderate dog owners, favorite races, times of laughter and times of tears, along with some advice, based upon my experiences,

are all served up in my book, like a holiday turkey with all the trimmings.

If you like my blog, you'll love my book.

There's still plenty of time to fill the stocking of runner on your Christmas list.

Now, here's the good news. You can order my book from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or lulu.com. But...if you order the book from my website, www.runningshortsbook.com, it'll cost you ONLY $11.00. No postage. No shipping costs. AND...for the ladies, I have a few "Each day is my personal best" T-shirts left, size Small only, so I'll toss in a free shirt as well.

It's a great deal on a book every runner is sure to enjoy.

So, thanks for being one of the over 70,000 folks who have read my blog. I plan to keep the blogs coming, along with my next book in 2014.

Happy Holidays, and happy, safe running to all!

REMEMBERING 12-15-18

My dad would have been 95 years old today.

I think about him every day, but not with regret, rather with an appreciation of a life well lived, and with deep admiration of a colorful Irishman who loved his family above himself, and who lived a life rich in spirit, if not in wealth, for 88 years.

Born to a large Irish-Catholic family in the anthracite coal town of Frackville, Pennsylvania, he spent most of his youth in the nearby "patch" of Girardville. Small coal towns were often dubbed "patches," because most of their poor residents sported patches in order to cover the holes on their clothing.

He did some amateur boxing to earn a few bucks, and upon graduating from high school, he immediately enlisted in the Army Air Corps, serving most World War II in London, where he endured the German Blitzkrieg, rising to the rank of Master Sergeant.

He came home, married my mother (they were married for 62 years), and raised my brother and I.

My dad loved any kind of sport. He was a rabid Notre Dame fan, and, despite his short stature, would verbally challenge anyone who displayed disrespect toward the Fightin' Irish.

In high school and college, he enjoyed attending my running events, and he continued to do so when I began my road racing career.

Joe Muldowney Sr. possessed the Irish gift of gab. He could cause a monk to break his vow of silence. He was fiercely proud of his family, and would go to any length, and stretch the limits of embellishment, when bragging about its members.

In the late 1970s, as I suffered through a cold, snow covered Prevention Marathon, near Allentown, Pennsylvania, he froze at the finish line, informing anyone who stood in the range of his voice, that his son, the marathon runner, had suffered from a heart murmur. I imagine the crowd was surprised to see this physically impaired twenty-something runner cross the line vertically. My dad had conveniently omitted the fact that I outgrew my heart murmur at the age of three.

On another occasion, he volunteered to work a water stop at a local race. My training partner led the race, followed by another runner, who held a slim lead over me. My dad gladly trotted next to my friend, carefully handing him a full cup, but "forgot" to offer a cup of hydration to the second place runner. Of course, I had no problem receiving my cup of water.

I dedicated my book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice For Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes," www.runningshortsbook.com, to him.

The picture below was taken near Columbus Circle, at the 1981 New York City Marathon. He stood in anticipation of my arrival, yelling, "Go Joey," as I passed.

As we approach the Holiday season, I hope you appreciate those loved ones, who, like my dad, support your running and racing. We are blessed with their love for a finite number of years, but memories of them will live forever.

GETTIN' UGLY EARLY!

I just returned from four "slow in the snow" miles.

Here in northeast Pennsylvania, we are in the middle of a storm that's predicted to dump 4 to 8 inches of the white stuff on us before the ordeal ends with a glazing of ice, just to make things interesting.

It isn't even the middle of December yet.  Winter is still a week away!

So far, in December, we have endured single-digit temperatures, an ice storm that produced my first fall of the season, along with stinging winds, and now this, the second pre-Christmas snow event. And, don't forget, the days keep getting shorter...for another week.

Now, I know I seem like a whiner, especially if you are a reader from Green Bay, Minneapolis, or Buffalo, but for those of you who live in warmer climates, let me tell you, winter is no Normal Rockwell painting.

Oh, I had fun today. I ignored my watch. My wife ran a couple of miles with me, the snow was pure white, and there were few cars on the roads. Who would be crazy enough to drive in these conditions?

Now I'm sipping green tea, looking out my deck window at the pine trees, with the fireplace blazing. All the living creatures in my house have a day of relaxation planned.

By the evening, shoveling and plowing will commence. Ice patches will form, creating treacherous footing. Wind will whip the snow into drifts, and cottony white stuff will be transformed into piles craggy, grey mush.

Today's idyllic run will be tomorrow's nightmare. Cranky snow shovelers will chant, "You should be doing this," as they dig out. My reply will remain the same as it has been for over three decades: "I already have. YOU should be doing THIS!" Snow piles will border every parked car, streets will narrow, icy patches will appear, and outdoor running will be challenging, to say the least.

But, for today, I'm going to kick back and enjoy the conditions.

However...

It's gotten ugly real early this year, and the worst is yet to come. January will be an ice box, and February is, statistically, our most snowy month. By April, we'll finally emerge of the wintry funk.

Now's the time not to get out of shape. Run slow and safe. Stay vertical and warm.

We've got a long way to go.

FILL THAT STOCKING

I hope you enjoy reading my blog as much as I enjoy writing it.

Since 1976 I have been a long distance runner. My over 120,000 miles on the roads could have taken me around the world over four times.

Back in 1983, I was fortunate enough to turn in a time of 2:22:54, at the Boston Marathon. This year, thirty years later, at age 59, I managed to record a time of 3:04:26 at the greatest marathon on the planet, the Boston Marathon.

If my experiences on the road, both good and bad, can entertain, or assist a fellow runner in his or her training, I am happy. It's part of the "Pay it forward" I spoke of in a recent blog.

My book is just that. "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice for Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes," www.runningshortsbook.com is a book about lasting bond runners create between one and other. It is a book about the exhilaration and the frustration all of us, as runners, experience. I offer some advice. There are stories that will make you laugh and stories that will make you cry. It is light and entertaining, and is a perfect, inexpensive Christmas gift for the runner in your life.

But, of course I would say those things.

 One can purchase the book on my Running Shorts website, where I am running a Christmas special. From there, I can personally sign a book for you. It is also available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and from Lulu.com.

Following are reviews from purchasers of my book at Lulu.com:

By Mike Dicello

                                                        

Great Book! It is a must read if you are a longtime runner or just starting to run.

 

 

By Pamela McCutcheon

                                                       

I just read Running Shorts and loved it. There were actually parts that make you laugh and cry. I am not a runner myself but it is very interesting to learn about the training, the various races, and the amount of time and hard work it takes to be a long distance runner. I also enjoyed the history of the areas where the marathons and races took place. The book is inspirational and it really makes you want to go out and give running a try no matter what age you are. Definitely a good read.

 

 Pam McCutcheon

 

 

By Joe Schuster

                                                        

Humorous, poignant, a very enjoyable read for the competitive runner to the casual jogger.

 

By damon brossman

                                                        

This book was very inspiring to me as a runner. It has a humor to it but also has some parts that hit your soft side. It is packed with great information to assist with your training and it also motivates you to go out and purchase a new pair of running shoes and hit the road. I couldnt put the book down when I started reading, as I usually hate reading books. Looking forward to another running book from Joe Muldowney?!!

 

So, go to my "Running Shorts" site, use your Paypal, and I'll send a signed copy to you the very next day. Your cost is only $11.00. I'll pay the shipping. Oh, and I have a couple of Women's Small T-shirts left. Let me know if you want one and I'll throw in a T-shirt for free.

 

Happy Holidays to all!

 

 

THE SNOW BOWL

I didn't run a step this weekend.

But I still have some stories.

On Friday evening, through a torrential downpour, I ventured two hours south to the Ausherman farm, in Doylesburg, Pennsylvania, for another attempt to bag an elusive deer, on the first Saturday of Pennsylvania's deer hunting season. Armed with pizzas from a local vendor, the Pottsville Pizzeria, I joined ten other hunters, and we told stories and plotted strategies, consuming a few pints of Guinness along the way.

Our best strategies were foiled by the elusive whitetails. I turned into a popsicle as icy winds sliced through my perch, fifteen feet above the ground in a metal tree stand, tethered to a massive oak tree.

At dusk I was on the road, back home for a few hours, ready for my next weekend journey.

I have been a Philadelphia Eagles fan since I was a young boy in the 1960s. My grandfather, who went blind late in his life, used to listen to Eagles football games on his transistor radio, and I would join him.

As an adult, I have gone to countless games at Veterans Stadium, and now at Lincoln Financial Field. Whether it is for a race, a conference, a weekend in Old City with my wife, or a Phillies, Sixers, or Eagles game, I am drawn to the City of Brotherly Love, and make the 100-mile trek several times a year.

But, those Eagles. They evoke emotions in me that sometimes cause my family and dogs scurrying from the living room, during games in which they perform in less than a stellar manner. My stepson Jake, and I, with whom I could sit and discuss sports for hours, and who is a student at Saint Joseph's University in Philadelphia, cannot remain in the same room together twice a year. Jake suffers from a horrible addiction: the young man is a Dallas Cowboys fan!

I have rejoiced during Eagles playoff victories, and my heart is still in Jacksonville, torn to shreds from the Super Bowl loss of 2005. I was happy to be in attendance (I DID see Paul McCartney's halftime show), but was shattered by the defeat.

Through all my Eagles history, however, yesterday, in South Philadelphia, may have been my most memorable Eagles game.

The weather forecast called for "a period of snow, with a possible accumulation of 1 to 2 inches."

We arrived early, pulling into the parking lot at 9:15 a.m. I immediately prepared to "suit up." Years of running have prepared me to dress properly for any condition. Hunting boots, lined with 800 grams of thinsulate material, an Under Armour base layer, another thermal layer, a sweatshirt, and my puffy, waterproof Eagles jacket. Packets of hand and footwarmers lined my feet and hands. An Eagles wool cap topped my head. The temperature barely reached thirty degrees, and the damp feeling of moisture filled the air. The sky was dark and foreboding.

At noon, it began.

The snowflakes were large, the snow was very wet and heavy, and it fell like a squall. Friends Jim Mendini, Scott Thomas, and I were in the middle of a tailgate party hosted by Gabe Lehrman, and joined by Jay Wisnosky, a native of nearby Minersville, who had flown in from Michigan to attend the game. We drank 'boilo,' an ethnic beverage, made with cinnamon, orange peels, spices, caraway seeds, and whiskey. It is a sweet, tasty brew, possessing warming qualities on a cold day.

The snow fell rapidly as we entered the stadium at 12:30. This was turning out to be anything but a squall, and as we settled into our seats, (actually we 'arrived' at our seats. We didn't sit for the entire game) only the ten-yard and sideline stripes were visible on a field blanketed by at least an inch of snow.

For the first half, white out conditions prevailed, as a stiff wind blew the snow sideways. The eagles could do nothing. They were down at halftime, having earned only one first down.

There is a new coach and a new attitude on the Eagles squad. Gone is the rigid, "I invented the game" attitude of our previous head coach. The team made adjustments, and as the snow piled to a total of 8 inches on the field, the Eagles piled on the Lions. Nick Foles looked like a seasoned veteran, and Shady McCoy ran for over two hundred yards against one of the NFL's top defenses against the run. From our snow perch at the 20-yard line, we witnessed the Eagles four touchdown barrage during the fourth quarter.

It was snowy, miserable, and absolutely magnificent. Philadelphia fans are the most passionate fans on the planet, and as we marched to our cars, completely covered with snow, jubilation penetrated the snowy air.

The drive home was treacherous. A normal two-hour trip took five. By 9:00 p.m. I was reunited with my wife, and she and I watched "Homeland," one of our favorite shows, while our dogs lounged in front of the cozy fireplace.

Winter has arrived early.

It was quite a day.

'TIS THE SEASON...TO BE SAFE

Over the next few weeks, I will frequently wish many folks a happy and safe Holiday season.

To my running friends and readers of this blog, "safe" carries a deeper meaning during the coming months.

Road and visibility conditions deteriorate at this time of year, and with Holiday shopping and extra glasses of Holiday cheer, some drivers, who detest we runners to begin with, become even more dangerous. Check out the chapter in my book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice for Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes," entitled, 'Why Do They Hate Us So Much?' for examples of road rage against runners. www.runningshortsbook.com.

That being said, it is up to runners and walkers to conduct their activities on the roads with a sense of responsibility. If they do so, using some common sense, they can decrease their chance of dangerous encounters with motor vehicles, which weigh more and travel at much faster speeds than we.

The winter solstice occurs on December 21 this year. Until then, we continue to lose precious minutes of daylight. Avid runners have a limited amount of daylight, so many are forced to conduct their workouts during the pre-dawn hours, near dusk, or at night. It is absolutely essential for runners to make sure they are visible during these low-visibility hours. Wear as much reflective gear as possible. Most athletic apparel manufacturers offer outerwear with reflective strips. Many running shoes also display reflective patches somewhere on their products. There are glow bands that can be worn on the arms and legs. Some can be set to flash on and off in order to attract additional attention. Some runners have even purchased headlamps. Often, during winter months, we are forced to run more miles on the sidewalks, which can be quite dangerous if one cannot see what is covering them.

Winter weather conditions send many runners scurrying indoors to the treadmill, but most still prefer running outdoors. Safety is again a factor that cannot be ignored. Few running shoes are equipped to handle icy roads and sidewalks, so runners can now purchase running crampons, actual metal spikes that can be wrapped onto your shoe with a rubberized “sleeve.” They are expensive, and may only be used a couple of times a year, but considering the potential consequences, may be worth the price.
Take the road less traveled, or hit the trails whenever possible. By avoiding high traffic areas, you can significantly reduce the chance of encountering automobiles and their sometimes less than friendly drivers.

In addition to the above recommendations, let’s take another approach to winter training.
Since your hours of daylight are limited, concentrate on shorter, faster workouts during the week. Save the long runs for weekends.

Chances are you have run many races throughout the year, and perhaps are recovering from a fall marathon. Use the next month to relax and to heal. A day off here or there won’t hurt you. Build back slowly into regular training, and you will be stronger and healthier for your spring races.
Don’t worry so much about your watch. On most days, be content with completing a workout when others have decided to stay in bed. Enjoy the winter scenery; while appreciating and preparing for winter’s dangers.

Be cautious and careful when you run on the roads this winter and you will, indeed, have a happy and safe Holiday season.

THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!

Last Friday I visited my family doctor. A nagging cold/cough/congested malaise had nagged me for a few weeks. In a few moments he diagnosed the ailment as a sinus infection. He could have sent me on my way, but we spent another ten minutes talking about training. He is a four-hour marathoner, who recently completed the Philadelphia Half Marathon. When I asked him if it was ok to continue to run, he not only replied affirmatively, but informed me of recent studies that have endorsed running as a way of stimulating and cleaning the cilia that lines our lungs. So, indeed, running makes us stronger, in many ways.

Once I cleared up my health issues, I attended to my dogs. They received their annual checkups, and their veterinarian, who is also a runner, spent time discussing his upcoming arthroscopic knee surgery, and wanted to know what my thoughts on his recovery time were. He runs with his daughter, a sophomore in high school, who thoroughly enjoys running with her dad.

It was impossible to resist the pre-Thanksgiving sale at Lowe's, so on Tuesday I loaded up my cart with Christmas lights (one can never have enough). A fellow in line ahead of me called out, "Hey, I ran three miles today." I had no idea who he was.

Prior to my Lowe's excursion, I braved 5 miles on slick, wind-blown, icy roads, glazed by an afternoon storm. I thought I was quite the man, foolishly hitting the roads at twilight, while others clung to the safety of their treadmills. To my surprise, I passed six other runners on my journey.

Wherever you live, wherever you go these days, runners are everywhere.

Isn't it great!!

Over 1,500 runners hit the streets of Berwick, Pennsylvania yesterday for the 104th edition of the Run for the Diamond 9-mile event. In fact, all over the country yesterday, 'turkey trots' were more numerous than football games.

Keep it going runners. Spread the gospel of our sport. Make sure people know that our sport is truly 'democracy on the move.' All of us are created equal in the distances we run, and in the eyes of the clock. Anyone can participate in our sport, and they can toe the line in the same races as the elite of our sport. There is no age, sex, or weight limit.

So, keep taking it to the streets. Use our influence, our staggering numbers, to lobby for trails, safe running paths, and more races.

Yes, runners are everywhere. Let's do our part to keep those numbers growing.

THANKS!

Most of the family has arrived, and the feast will be on the table tomorrow.

We are all healthy, life is good. Indeed, there is much to be thankful for.

Thanks to all of you for a terrific 2013. At nine marathons, where I have delivered seminars, around the country, and in Canada, I have had the privilege of meeting runners from all over the world. There is nothing more gratifying than sharing our tales from the road.

Thanks to those of you who bought my book, "Running Shorts," and thanks to all of you who read this blog. I enjoy sharing my thoughts, ideas, and advice with you.

Many thanks to all of you who listened to my whining and wished me well with my injury recovery.

Runners are fine people. Period.

I think being in tune with ourselves allows us to be more in tune with others.

Keep doing what you're doing. We're all in this together.

From my family to yours, best wished for a Happy Thanksgiving and for a joyous Holiday season.

I hope you continue to have much to be thankful for.

RUBY'S CHECKUP

On Monday I took Ruby to the doctor for her annual checkup.

Last year, at four years of age, she had developed a weight problem, and her physician cautioned us that she needed to lose a few pounds in order to remain healthy.

In my book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice for Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes" www.runningshortsbook.com,  I offer a somewhat tongue-in-cheek approach to the issue of weight loss.

The chapter, entitled, "The Diet Book," offers my short, yet concise analysis with regard to losing weight in a healthy manner. I also suggested that it may be the title of my NEXT book: 'Eat less and exercise more.' Now, this book would be an easy read. After I design an eye-catching cover, a table of contents, an inspirational quote, and a list of acknowledgements, entire manuscript would read, Eat less and exercise more.

Forget about fad diets and gimmicks. The key to healthy weight loss, in my view, lies in at least a half hour of aerobic activity for four days a week or more, combined with a sensible diet. Keeping everything in moderation is the key. A steak, once in a while, is ok, but a steak five times a week is not. And, we need to eat more food and less products. Take the American Cancer Society's advice about consuming nine fruits and/or vegetables a day. If it's colorful, it's good. Load up those salads with all kinds of stuff, and eat superfoods, like blueberries. The formula has worked for my mother. She's 92 years old, and takes no medication of any kind.

So, after our scare of last year, we modified Ruby's lifestyle. An avid sleeper, we made sure she exercised daily. She has an affinity for junk food, so we also provided her with healthy food, and we reduced her portions.

Two days ago, at her annual checkup, the verdict was good. She had lost seven pounds, and is now is excellent health for a five year old.

Ruby is our baby and we care deeply about her. A Redbone Coonhound, she resides with us and her sister, Dixie, a seven year old Labrador Retriever.

Ruby's weight loss formula was a simple one, and she seems to be sticking to it. She enjoys chasing rabbits, and now she can almost catch them. While her sister enjoys running for miles, Ruby used to get gassed after a mile. From there, she would slowly waddle home, or simple drop to the ground to take a break. Today, a two mile or so run is no problem for her.

Running alone is not a magic bullet. We need to, like Ruby, implement a total fitness plan. Eat less and exercise more, and don't forget to lift weights to keep your upper body as strong as your lower half.

Here's hoping that your next annual checkup goes as well as Ruby's.

UNIQUE BOND

We are all aware of the physical benefits that running provides. The strengthening of our hearts and lungs, the years and quality of life those years may add to our lives, as well as the mental benefits of our positive addiction. There is an aspect of running, however, that transcends physical and psychological perks. That is the lifetime friendships forged by our sport.

Yesterday I ran with Wayne Parfitt. I was already a seasoned runner when I met Wayne, who was a high school senior in 1983. A stellar track and cross country competitor, he decided to take a year off before resuming his post-high school education, and during that year he planned on running marathons.

Happy to have a long distance training partner, we banged out 80-90 mile weeks, and in November of that year he ran the Philadelphia Marathon. His amazing time of 2:39:39 earned him a the ranking of the fastest marathon runner in the country for the 18 and under age group, according to Running Times Magazine. We went on to run the 1984 Boston Marathon, where he dropped his time into the low 2:30s.

Currently, Wayne resides in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Last fall, after a 25-year hiatus, he came back to visit his hometown and we went out for a 5-mile training run. It was as though a 'pause' button was lifted. We hit the 'play' button and picked up where we left off, some 25 years ago.

Yesterday, Wayne came to Pottsville for another visit. We went out for another 5-mile run, and the 'play' button was hit again.

Today, my oldest continuous running training partner, and dear friend, Brian Tonitis, and I ran 7 miles together. This is the fifth decade of our getting together for training runs. For the past three years, Brian's son, Matt, now a Pennsylvania State Trooper, and I, logged thousands of miles, running both the Philadelphia and Boston Marathons. Brian, a 2:39 marathoner, went on to become an excellent triathlete. Brian once described our training together as "two guys sitting at a bar shooting the bull," except we're doing it in a pretty healthy way.

On Saturday, I'll pack up my gear and head to the mountains of southern Pennsylvania to join a million other hunters who'll flock to the Pennsylvania woods for the beginning of deer season. I'll be the guest of John Ausherman, a running friend who lives 100 miles to south. Bitter adversaries in the early 80s, John, his wife, Sue, and my family have become the best of friends.

John and I had many epic running battles in the 1980s, and both own personal best marathon times in the low 2:20s. So much more than that, however, is the bond between our families. John's son, Tommy, taught my son, Logan, how to hunt. We were happy to be a part of John's daughter, Lindsay's wedding, and he and Sue will be a part of our daughter Kelly's in May. Our families get together several times a year. All because of running. These great friends, as well as others, are featured in the chapter, "Cast of Characters," in my book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice for Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes." www.runningshortsbook.com.

On Saturday, December 21, a crowd of 30 runners will meet at my house for our annual "Christmas Run," a 3-mile jaunt through the streets of Pottsville. Runners from their teens to their 60s, all connected by this unique bond we all share will do what we love to do. We'll laugh, be irreverent to one another, talk about the past and the future, share our injuries, triumphs and tragedies, and celebrate the past year, with hopes for a better 2014.

This is a great sport, where friendships last a lifetime

                                                          John and Lindsay Ausherman

                                                                     Matt Tonitis

DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

While most folks prepare the turkey dinner next Thursday, more than a thousand runners will participate in an iconic running event. At 10:30 a.m., as has been the tradition since 1908, nestled in the rolling hills of central Pennsylvania, Berwick's Run for the Diamonds will be contested.

Back in 1908, 13 runners lined up on Berwick's Market Street early Thanksgiving morning, and except for a two-year hiatus during World War I, they've been doing so ever since. In 2009, the race celebrated it's centennial anniversary. A record 1,985 runners competed in the centennial race.

More than thirty Olympians, including Boston Marathon winner, the late Johnny Kelley, have competed at Berwick, and the course record for the grueling 9-Mile race is an astounding 43 minutes, 21 seconds, set in 1980 by two-time Olympian Pete Pfitzinger.

Weather conditions in central Pennsylvania on Thanksgiving morning are unpredictable, to say the least. Sometimes, spring-like temperatures prevail; while often the air is frigid, and occasionally, like in 2010, a sleet storm reduces visibility and turns the course into a slalom run.

The course is unique, and has remained virtually the same since it was designed in 1908.

For the first two miles, runners are treated to a pleasant, relatively flat terrain, and at the 2-mile mark are running 600 feet above sea level. From 2 to 3 miles runners ascend more than 300 feet to 900 feet above sea level at the 1/3 point in the race. By 3 1/2 miles, runners have climbed to 1000 feet, and after a brief downhill, climb to the apex, a breathtaking 1100 feet, at 4 1/4 miles into the race. From there, a fast, nearly 5 miles remains until the finish, and, after having completed a loop, runners cross the finish line in downtown Berwick.

The top seven men receive diamond rings; while the top seven women earn diamond necklaces.

Richer than diamonds, however, is the tradition and the hospitality of this race. Race Director. Margaret Livsey conducts a first-class event. Great runner, and an even greater individual, Bill Bull, has been a fixture of this race for many years, and makes sure the race runs smoothly.

If you go to Berwick, (it has been a favorite race of Canadian runners since 1908), you will probably run into legendary runner/coach/author, Mark Will-Weber. One of Mark's very fine running books is entitled, "Run for the Diamonds: 100 Years of Footracing in Berwick, Pennsylvania." The book is an entertaining history of the race. Mark will be happy to sign a copy for you, and he'll be more than happy to join you for a cold, post-race Yuengling beer.

Berwick's Run for the Diamonds is definitely a race you want to run sometime in your running career.

Check out: www.runforthediamonds.com for more information.

We BETTER pay it forward...SOON!

Yesterday, the title of my blog was, "Pay it Forward." I wrote about the lack of youth participation in our sport. This morning I opened to page two of my local newspaper, The Republican Herald, for which I write a monthly running column. The headline read, "Study: Kids today less fit than their parents were."

WHAT???

Following are frightening excerpts from the article, written by Marilynn Marchione, of the Associated Press.

"Today's kids can't keep up with their parents. An analysis of studies on millions of children around the world finds they don't run as fast or as far as their parents did when they were young.

On average, it takes a child 90 seconds longer to run a mile than their counterparts did 30 years ago. Heart related fitness has declined 5 percent per decade since 1975."

That's more than 4 and a half minutes slower for a 5K!!

So, now we know why, in most races, runners in their 40s and 50s are running faster times than many runners in their 20s!

The article goes on to say, "The American Heart Association, whose conference featured the research on Tuesday, said it's the first to show that children's fitness has declined worldwide over the last three decades."

"Health experts  recommend that children 6 and older get 60 minutes of moderately vigorous activity daily. Only one-third of American kids do now."

"The new study was led by Grant Tomkinson, an  exercise physiologist at the University of South Australia. Researchers analyzed 50 studies on running fitness, a key measure of cardiovascular health and endurance, involving 25 million children ages 9 to 17 in 28 countries from 1964 to 2010."

"The studies measured how far children could run in 5 to 15 minutes and how quickly they ran a certain distance ranging from half a mile to 2 miles. Today's kids are 15 percent less fit than their parents were."

"Tomkinson said obesity likely plays a role since it makes it harder to run or do aerobic exercise. Too much time watching television and playing video games and unsafe neighborhoods with not enough options for outdoor play may also play a role."

Finally, "The World Health Organization numbers suggest that 80 percent of young people globally may not be getting enough exercise."

These are sobering, frightening statistics and studies. As I stated in yesterday's blog, as runners, we must be proactive. We must be the recruiters for our sport. After I published my blog yesterday, I heard from some of my friends in Mississippi. Jackie Blue, from Grenada, Mississippi  told me about her local running group, "The Blue Streaks." She said, "We're all different ages, shapes, and sizes with the love of running. We offer each other encouragement and tips."

Way to go Jackie!!

The folks in Grenada have got it right. I guarantee you, with folks like Jackie and the great running ambassador, Felix Shipp, leading the way, the running boom is alive and well in Mississippi.

Let's turn this thing around now. We owe it to the kids. Let's make a commitment to creating the fittest, not the fattest society.

PAY IT FORWARD

I notice the "graying" of the running boom every morning. It happens when I look in the mirror.

Some of us began our competitive running career during the celebrated "Running Boom" of the late 70s and early 80s. It doesn't require complex math to figure out that the runners of that era are now in their 50s and 60s.

Today, we are in the midst of the second Running Boom, which is more broad based and all-inclusive. Statistically, more people are running and entering races today, more than ever before. However, those competitors, who are new to the sport, also tend to be "older," often in their 30s and 40s. In many races these days, the 40-44, 45-49. and over 50 age divisions are more competitive that the 20-something age groups. In some local races, it is sometimes difficult to fill out the three award slots in the 20-24 or 25-29 age groups.

We are very fortunate to have discovered this great sport, one that allows us to have such longevity. So, if the "boom" is to keep on going, it is up to us to pay it forward, and to let members of the younger generation know that an hour on the road can be just as much fun as an hour of Xbox.

There is nothing I enjoy more than coaching runners at my local campus of Penn State University. This year, however, my number of runners was at an all time low. Despite the dearth of bodies, my top female runner, Haylee Burnhauser placed 7th at the USCAA National Cross Country Meet, earning All American status.

On my team this year, I coached two young men who had never run cross country. They joined the team in order to get into shape for their basketball season. On the first day of practice they barely finished a mile. Eventually, they participated, and did well, in several 5-mile races. Today, there rarely tire on the basketball court.

Use your running experience to spread the good news of running to those with whom you interact, on the job or socially. A colleague of mine was a great athlete in high school. He gained a lot of weight, but decided to take control of his health. Last year, he lost 80 pounds, through running and diet, and a month ago broke the 23-minute barrier for a 5K.

You can volunteer to start a youth track program at your local elementary school. Here in Pennsylvania, Hershey Foods sponsors the Hershey Track and
Field Program for boys and girls from ages 9 to 14.

Help to organize a race. It is a terrific way to raise money for your church or civic organization.

Volunteer, or attend local high school track or cross country events. In many states, there is a demand for track and cross country officials. Sign up, take the test, and use your knowledge to officiate the sport.

If you're not running in a local race, be a spectator. All of us love the adulation of the crowd.

Start a local running club, or even a Facebook page. Check out the Facebook group, "Running for the Health of It." It is comprised of runners from all over the country who are incredibly supportive of one and other.

This running thing is big, but let's do our part to make bigger. Be a preacher, a mentor, an ambassador. You will find that, by paying it forward, your running experience will be that much more rewarding.

BROTHERLY LOVE

More than 30,000 runners will participate in the Philadelphia Marathon and Half Marathon tomorrow, and I can guarantee they won't be disappointed.

For the first time in four years, I will be receiving reports from the race instead of running it, here in my northeast Pennsylvania home, some 90 miles north of the City of Brotherly Love.

The Philadelphia Marathon, like the city itself, is a big city/small town race. If you're running the race, be prepared to hear spectators cheering you on with phrases like, "Yo Tom," or just simply, "TOM!" Philadelphians are passionate about their sports, and have a great respect for anyone who "puts it on the line." No one puts it on the line like runners!

The course is designed to afford spectators several fine vantage points, and it is a magnificent course for the participants. One runs from river to river, from the start on the Ben Franklin Parkway, down to the Delaware River, following in the footsteps of Rocky Balboa, through Center City, where the crowds are thick along the sidewalks, over the only real hill on the course, and back to the Schuylkill River, which forms the western border of the city.

At the halfway point, (the finish for the half marathon) runners pass the famous Philadelphia Art Museum, then proceed along beautiful Kelly Drive, on the other side of the Schuylkill River, where teams of scullers may be practicing, having launched their craft from the colorful boathouses that dot the shore.

The 20 and 21 mile marks in any marathon are challenging. For runners in the Philadelphia Marathon, these difficult miles take runners through Manayunk, a quaint suburb of Philly, where crowds are large and loud. Music blares, Philadelphia string bands plunk out their twangy tunes, and their is even an hydration station (unofficial, of course) with beer!

A windy, slightly downhill, return on Kelly Drive, is pleasant over the last couple of miles, and after runners pass the Art Museum again, the final mile is all downhill and fast, to the finish on the Franklin Parkway.

A fast course, superb race organization, terrific spectators in a terrific city, make the Philadelphia one of America's finest running events.

After the race, have a famous soft pretzel, an indescribable Philly cheesesteak, or go to one of my favorite places, Farmicia, a small, outstanding place for breakfast place near 3rd Street.

You can see the Liberty Bell, check out Independence Hall, where our nation was born, head down to Olde City, with its many restaurants and bars, or attend one of the world's greatest tailgate parties, as the Eagles prepare to play the Redskins at Lincoln Financial Field. Wear your Philadelphia Marathon shirt, and I can guarantee you'll be offered a free beverage or two from the tailgaters. Wear a Redskins jersey, and all bets are off.

It looks like it's going to be good weather for the race, as showers are supposed to hold off until the afternoon.

My daughter, Kelly, and her fiancée, Mike will represent the family by running the half marathon.

I envy all of you, and hope to be mended so I can join you in Philly next year.

To all the runners in the Philadelphia Marathon, best of luck.

Make tomorrow your personal best!

STORIES, ADVICE, HISTORY

In a little less than two months I will have concluded my 37th year of competitive running. During that time, I have competed in over 700 races, from the mile to the marathon. Boston 2013 was my 54th marathon, having run a best time of 2:22:54 at the 1983 Boston Marathon, and a worst of 3:13.

As I enter the period of my life where I am a veteran runner, with my best times behind me, I take great pleasure in writing this blog, coaching at the collegiate level, and creating training programs for runners on a unique site called Fiverr.

There have been many influences on my running life, as well as a lifetime of great experiences. I tried to relate those experiences in my book, "Running Shorts: A Collection of Stories and Advice For Anyone Who Has Ever Laced Up a Pair of Running Shoes."

In the book, I attempted to make my stories your stories.

Most of us have a running partner or partners. Several of mine are described in my 'Cast of Characters' chapter.

Ever get annoyed by the competitor who always has an excuse for his bad race? Then you can relate to my chapter, 'Excuses, Excuses.'

Were you around during the first running boom, or have you heard of it? 'Running Boom' will place you right in the middle of running boom, short shorts and all.

Have you been run off the road by an irate driver? You need to read the chapter, 'Why Do They Hate Us So Much.'

Well, you get the picture.

"Running Shorts" is an entertaining read, and it is perfect for the runner on your Christmas list, even if that runner is you. Order it on my site: www.runningshortsbook.com, or get in touch with me and I'll make sure I send you a signed copy. The price is only $11.00, and I'll pick up the shipping. Heck, that's way cheaper than race entry fees, and most pairs of socks these days. I even have a few really nice women's T-Shirts left, emblazoned with the words, "Each Day is My Personal Best," that I'll throw in for free. Sadly, however, only size Smalls remain.

I'll dispense with the commercial and get back to the blog next time. But I will guarantee, if you like the blog, you'll love the book.

 

 

100% GRATITUDE TO THE 2%

I'm a school teacher by trade. I teach 7th and 8th graders about history, government, and civics.

Today is Veterans Day, and I believe that the best way for the students to learn about the invaluable contributions of America's veterans is to hear about it from the brave men and women who have sacrificed their time, their bodies, and their minds for this country.

This morning, Stu Richards, a local Vietnam veteran, delivered a stirring presentation to one of my 7th grade classes. During his talk, he astounded us with an amazing statistic: 2% of Americans serve in the armed forces, defending the remaining 98% of us.

That's right. 2% of the bravest men and women, of all ages, keep us free, and carry the torch of freedom around the world. Today, United States Marines landed in the Philippines, not to fight a war, but to assist in the recovery of the country in the wake of the devastating typhoon which struck over the weekend.

My father, Joe Sr., served as an Army Air Corps Master Sergeant in World War II, enduring the Blitzkrieg of London.

Today, my son is a Corporal in the United States Marine Corps, stationed at Camp Lejune, North Carolina.

I am proud to be a son and a father to and of these fine men.

Veterans Day is a single day we have set aside to honor those who have served and are serving, but from one of the 98% all of you protect, every day I thank you, pray for your safety, and appreciate your sacrifice for this country.

Thank you, and God bless all our veterans.

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