450 friends, family members, and co-workers gathered last night at the Quincy Marriott to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Dave McGillivray Sports Enterprises (DMSE).  Dave is the race director of the Boston Marathon, Joan Samuelson’s TD Bank Beach to Beacon 10K, and much else.  Joining in the celebration were Massachusetts Senator Scott Brown, an avid triathlete, marathon legend Bill Rodgers, and former Ironman World Champion Karen Smyers.  Each had been touched by the work of DMSE over the years.  I had the pleasure of co-emceeing the evening’s gala.  

But let’s go back 30 years to 1981

  It was “Morning in America”, or so Ronald Reagan had us believe.

The national savings rate hovered around 10%…and those who did run, ran fast…boy have times changed.

The Boston Celtics won their 14th NBA title, their first with Larry Bird,

Time magazine named Poland’s Solidarity leader Lech Walesa its “Man of the Year”,

and MTV went on the air for the first time that August showing The Buggles, “Video Killed the Radio Star” as their first video.

On the big screen, “Chariots of Fire” won best picture at Oscars,

And the year ended with Olivia Newton John’s “Lets Get Physical” holding down the top spot on the charts…a perfect piece of pop confection. (more…)


Runnerspace USA 15k Championships Coverage

I love the Runnerspace guys, and appreciate the live web coverage of the USATF Running Circuit, but it’s all but impossible to watch the USA 15km Championships in Jacksonville.  I need a dramamine pill.  It’s like watching a road race during an earthquake.

After three decades as an open, professional sport, we still can’t get even our national championships covered properly?  I don’t blame Runnerspace.  Once USATF attaches its imprimatur it’s their responsibility to invest in the proper motorcycles, drivers, and steadi-cam operators to showcase the sport of running at the championship level. 

You cannot put a hand-held camera in the back of a press truck 50 yards up the road, and say, come watch.  The men’s pack is a big, black ball, the camera is so far away.

No wonder our sport isn’t taken seriously from the outside.  We don’t take it seriously ourselves.  


Long-Time Falmouth Road Race Directors Out

     In what could be the end of an era, reports have leaked out that the Falmouth Road Race Board of Directors have accepted the resignations of long time race directors Rich Sherman and John Carroll along with their wives, Kathy and Lucia. The two couples led the small Cape Cod seven-mile race for the entirety of its 38 years, and built it into one of the most revered road races in the nation.
     Popular local bartender Tommy Leonard founded the race in 1973 after being inspired by Frank Shorter’s gold medal win at the Munich Olympic Marathon. Hoping to raise money for the local high school girls track team, Tommy decided to stage a race from The Cap’n Kidd bar/restaurant in Woods Hole ending seven miles later at the Brothers Four, the bar he tended in Falmouth Heights.
     Tommy enlisted the help of the high school track coach John Carroll, and the towns recreation director Rich Sherman to help stage the first Falmouth Road Race. Fewer than 100 people ran in a driving rainstorm, but the post-race gathering at the Brothers Four was such a hit that the following year nearly 500 ran.  The 1974 race made a big splash athletically when a then unknown Greater Boston Track Club runner, Bill Rodgers, beat America’s premier miler Marty Liquori.
     In year three Tommy invited Frank Shorter himself to the Cape to race against Rodgers.  Their duels – Frank won two, Bill won three – helped roll the running boom nationwide. (more…)

2011 L.A. Gender Challenge

     2011 L.A. Marathon lineup is listed below.  Next week we finalize this year’s Gender Challenge Differential. Now in its 7th year, the Gender Challenge was instituted to create some kind of interest in the pro races given that there’s no home team to root for.  The thinking being, women would root for women, men for men, regardless of who they are or where they came from.  TV ratings over the years have bolstered that thinking

Last year Kenya’s Edna Kiplagat won the women’s race on the new Stadium to Sea course in 2:25:38.  Fellow Kenyan Wesley Korir took his second straight men’s title in 2:09:19.  The difference in those two times is 16:19.  Last year’s differential was 18:47, meaning Edna won the $100,000 Challenge bonus by a wide margin.

Yet at halfway last year the women were only up :22. By mile 17 the men had carved the advantage down to just :08, and it looked like we might get a strirring stretch run down San Vicente heading to the Santa Monica finish. (more…)


     They call running the “positive addiction”, and those who get hooked understand why.  The feelings of contentment and well-being, the sense of communion with all else beneath the sun and stars, the conscience-free eating and drinking are just a few of the inducements that provoke a powerful enticement to daily dosing. 

In 2008 the journal Cerebral Cortex confirmed the anecdotal evidence: Running does indeed elicit a flood of endorphins in the brain, and those endorphins are associated with mood changes, and the more endorphins a runner’s body pumps out, the greater the effect.

Frightening evidence, indeed, because no matter how you gussy it up, addiction is addiction, and it’s a slippery slope one steps onto.  Even one seemingly harmless dependence can easily lead to other, more disruptive forms.  Therefore, the time to blunt any addiction’s hold is now.  But to do so alone is difficult.  Every addiction is best broken by a support system.  Running’s hold must be, as well. (more…)



Ex-Duke University All-American Sally Meyerhoff, 27, was killed yesterday in a tragic cycling accident near her home in Maricopa, Arizona as she trained for the Ironman Triathlon World Championship.

A two-time Olympic Trials Marathon qualifier, 2009 U.S. 25K Road  champion, and 2011 winner of the P.F. Chang’s Rock `n` Roll Arizona Marathon in her hometown of Tempe, we first met Sally in 2008 when she made her marathon debut at P.F. Chang’s.  We saw her last as she competed in Houston at the U.S. Half Marathon Championship at the end of January.  In her short, but full 27 years she represented the best qualities of her family, her community, and her sport.


When we watched you win your hometown race,
You lifted our spirits with your verve and grace,
Pigtails dancing, socks ablaze, your smile
a reminder of our own better days.
From miles to marathons,
Then on to Xterra,
Now Ironman calling?
Another challenge, you betcha!
We watched you grow through tireless pursuit,
Blue Devil girl in the bun-hugger suit,
Who shared her passion with those that mattered,
The volunteer coach for young climbers of ladders.
For teaching, you knew, held the real reward,
Though return on investment could rarely be scored.
But you knew all along as you laid  out your lessons,
True knowldege emerged from quality of questions.
Today we learned of life’s cruel turns,
Your journey at an end as your family now yearns,
For days ahead that won’t come true,
When they’d have cheered your wins,
And succored your blues.
You’ve left us behind in search for a reason,
Grasping for cause to clarify the meaning,
Why such tragedies as yours that seem so needless,
Could be visited upon one who fashioned no malice.
Now this explorer’s heart that beat so strongly,
Has gone silent too soon, and, oh, how wrongly,
Yet bids friends gather to share with their laughter,
As they commend their bright champion to the deep ever after.


The cars curling onto the Mass Ave Bridge off Storrow Drive blared their horns as Jim sprang safely across to the sidewalk in a stiff-arming Heisman pose.  His training partner hustled close behind, dart-stepping over a puddle as chilled slush fanned against the back of his tights.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jim yelled in his seasoned Hartford accent.  “I heah ya.  You’ll get theah.”

“You know you’re gonna get us killed,” spat the training partner as he rejoined his friend heading north across the Mass Ave Bridge to the Cambridge side of the Charles River.


“And you wonder where runners get bad reputations.”

“Hey, they saw me.”

“What about me?”

“Stay close and they see you, too.”

“And that makes it okay?”

“That makes it doable.”


They had been friends for years, and their verbal jousts had become as predictable as their daily routes through the city.  But more than repartee, their sparring had the effect of pace management, maintain the verbal output, keep below anaerobic threshold.  (more…)