Most war stories get better with time.  It will be very interesting to see how this story ages because it was epic before it started.

For once, got it right.  26 miles of 25 mph headwinds.  39 degrees from start to finish.  Driving rain every step of the way forcing 2000+ shivering, stumbling, cadaverous runners to the medical tents.

Despite the toll, there was transcendence.  Yuki.  And Desi.  And every other runner who girded for battle this day with a particularly perturbed Mother Nature.

I could easily knock out a 1500+ word post on Boston 2018 and it wouldn’t do justice to the majestic carnage of this race.  Fortunately, I don’t have to.

You would be hard pressed to find anyone as deeply hot-dipped in the Boston Marathon as home-towner and now 20-time finisher, Chris Russell.  We ran Boston from start to finish in a “no shame there” 3:49.  Me with my video camera, Chris with his agile poetic mind.  And his found orange poncho.


Great storytelling, Chris.  Thank you, Boston.  Thank you,  The bar for “epic” has been duly raised.