CLAY SHAW PHOTO
A Somewhat Forgettable Time
While Having an Unforgettable Time
BY GARY ISHLER
The dual connotation of time. This years Boston Marathon
ran on connotation, from the many meanings of run, to spirit,
to emotion, to success, to achievement, to victory.
The 26.2 mile parade of exaltation and exuberance didnt
quite go as planned for me. My GPS watch refused to lock into
the satellite so I was forced to intuitively track my pace, just
as I did the last time I traversed the sacred Boston course 26
Though it didnt seem so at the time, that was a comparatively
minor setback, both in my world and that of this great marathon
The past two years I had qualified and made the eight hour
drive from Central Pennsylvania to Boston, but never made it
to the starting line. In 2012, I chose not to bake in the 90
degree April heat and took a deferment, though I ran a marathon
that fall to justify my spot. Then in 2013--what some say was
fortuitous--I came down with the flu on the drive to Boston and
left for home on Marathon Monday just as the race was starting.
I recall telling my wife Id never come back again.
Just over eight hours later, after the bombings, I knew I
had to go backfor Boston and for me.