Friday, December 30, 2011

Who needs a gym?

Sometimes when the gym in your 2nd hotel of the trip has nothing more than a treadmill and a stairmaster, you have to get creative to work out the rest of your body.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Portland, Oregeon

Broadway Bridge in Portland, Oregon

This was part of my running route this morning.

Roughly 4 miles across the Willamette River into downtown Portland and back.  Coffee shops, Powell's City of Books, wet streets, grey riverfront... And brewpubs.  God bless Portland and its brewpubs.

I was last in Portland in the summer of 2007 (read my impressions of the city here), but never went running here.  Despite the weather, it's nice to have finally gotten the chance to run through this awesome city.

Now where's the beer?

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

On wrestling

Stevie and I have come out to Portland, Oregon for one of her friend's weddings.  The wedding is on New Year's Eve, but we decided to come out a little early to see some of Portland.  Before going out tonight, I visited our hotel's fitness center.

I did an easy 5k on the treadmill in roughly 26 minutes, then spent some time using barbells and doing pushups and situps.

Not long after I finished running, the fitness center was taken over by a wrestling team in town for a tournament.  They all wore sweatsuits with the hoods up as they worked the cardio machines, all in an effort to cut weight, and my first thought was, "God wrestling is stupid."

Given my size and build, I'm frequently mistaken for a wrestler.  When I was in high school, the wrestling coach tried on more than one occasion to recruit me, but I wasn't having it.  First of all, I had no desire to roll around on a mat with sweaty guys.  Second, I'd heard horror stories of the team working out while wearing trashbags with the temperature cranked up to 90 degrees, all while near starving themselves to make their weight class.  I wanted no part in such insanity.

But when I take a look at my own sport, I realize people could say the same exact thing. "Marathoning? I want no part in such insanity!"  It reminds me of a conversation I had with a co-worker a few weeks ago.  I was telling him about the need for a tapering period at the end of a marathon training schedule.

Me: Loss of libido and general fatigue are two symptoms of extreme weekly mileage.  It's almost like the body is slowly breaking down, and the taper allows the mind and body to rebuild.  The body gets a chance to recover from the stress it's been put under.
Co-worker: (long pause for dramatic effect) So... why would you want to do this?

Most things in life worth accomplishing require some degree of sacrifice.  There is an amount of misery associated with sports while in training, but the chance of it paying off is what keeps us going.  While I may not agree with the weight cutting tactics associated with wrestling, I can certainly understand the desire to do anything it takes to become the best version of yourself, no matter how crazy it may seem to outsiders.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Born to Run: Giveaway!

As noted in my last entry, I received a copy of the bestselling book Born to Run for Christmas.

Since I already own the book, my uncle offered me two options: either he could take the book back and try to find something else for me, or I could  keep the book and regift it.  I decided that, because it is the season of giving, I would offer this book as a giveaway on my blog.

The book is brand new and hardcover.  It can be yours in one simple way: leave me a comment on this entry telling me about your 2012 running goals and a way I can contact you.  That's it.  After a week, I'll pick one of the comments and send the lucky winner the book.  I'll even pay the few bucks for shipping.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.  Thanks for reading, and good luck!

Sunday, December 25, 2011


My dad likes to get me a gag gift every year.  Last year, in a nod to National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, he printed out a page advertising a jelly-of-the-month club.  This year he took note of this entry and got me a spatula from the dollar store.

My dad is a regular Jerry Lewis.  

Meanwhile, my Uncle Gary, an avid reader, got me a great Christmas present:

And I'm not being sarcastic; the book combines two interests of mine: reading and running.  What could be better?  Unfortunately, astute readers of this blog will note that not only have I read the book, but I also met the author a few months ago and got him to sign a copy for me. 

Me: you don't read my blog?
Uncle Gary: I specialize in the oral tradition.

For better or worse, a large part of my sense of humor comes from these two men.  All complaints at failed attempts to be funny on this blog may be directed at them.

I spent the better part of Christmas tending to the fire, eating, talking with my sister on the phone, eating, exchanging presents, eating, reading this book, and eating.

It was a great and relaxing day.

Dad, Debbie, me, Grandmother Partenheimer, Uncle Gary
Christmas 2011

Saturday, December 24, 2011


The scene: my stepmother's daughter's place in West Chester, PA.  Christmas Eve.

The background: I jokingly suggest a pushup contest.  My Uncle Gary takes me up on it.

The outcome: My uncle tops out at around 45 pushups.  I do a few more for good measure.

From my family to yours, Merry Christmas.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Soup's on

Stevie with another humdinger of a dinner.

Stevie and I made soup again tonight.  Thank you, Runner's World, for offering such amazing soup recipes in your last issue.  The curried butternut squash soup recipe, pictured above, is out of this world.

There's a reason why I keep mentioning food on this blog, and why a national running magazine would go to the trouble of printing recipes: running and food go hand in hand.  This may seem like common sense to some people, but it's amazing how many people forget it.  If you want your body to perform properly, you need to supply it with adequate fuel.

That means: stop eating chemically processed crap, and, as Michael Pollan puts it, eat food your great grandmother would actually recognize as food.  Given that humans are genetically predisposed to prefer salts and sweets, I'll be the first to admit that I love a bucket of KFC as much as the next guy.  But let's face it, it doesn't take a Rhodes Scholar to realize that one shouldn't indulge in such "food" on a regular basis.

I'll also be the first to admit that a bowl of curried butternut squash soup is not as delicious as a bucket of greasy chicken, but I promise you it is delicious in its own unique way, and you'll feel distinctly better once you finish it, too.

Friday, December 9, 2011


Another reason in favor of running in the morning: I didn't leave school today until around 5pm, because on Fridays I normally try to finish my lesson plans and as much grading for the next week as I can.  Whenever I stay late at school, I return home exhausted, and all I want to do is have a drink and fall asleep by 8 o'clock.  By the time I finally guilt trip myself into running, decide how many layers to wear, and get myself out the door, it's after 7.  By the time I'm finished and showered, it's nearly 9pm and I still haven't eaten dinner, causing me to eat anything and everything in a delirious rage.

And so it goes for every runner out there with a time-consuming day job.

Anyway, tonight kind of went like that.  Except tonight, as I left my front door on Collingswood's main street, this greeted me:

Collingswood Holiday Parade
Photo by Matt Skoufalos

Collingswood's annual Holiday Parade, right outside my door.  The sidewalks were packed with spectators, so I started running down the street instead.  I came to a long stretch devoid of fire engines and parade floats, so I started running down the middle of the street.

One person started the cheer.  Another picked it up.  In no time, thousands of my fellow Collingswood residents were cheering me, albeit ironically, as I charged down Haddon Avenue, hands in the air like I was finishing a marathon.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sunday done right

My breakfast was better than your breakfast this morning.

Not pictured: black tea, OJ, Greek yogurt with honey.

Then there was this for dinner:

Salad, bread, and tomato-chick pea-pesto soup (recipe from last month's Runner's World).

A healthy day of eating I then topped off with Ben and Jerry's for dessert.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


I've never been into taking vitamins or dietary supplements of any kind, but my roommate left this behind when he moved out last summer, and I hate to let things go to waste.  I've been working my way through it and am thankfully almost finished.  I haven't noticed any difference, though, in appearance or overall feeling.

My roommate, incidentally, weighed 90 pounds soaking wet.  If he was trying to build muscle, or body mass of any kind, it didn't work on him either.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Meanwhile, on the other side of town...

While I was racing out in Medford, my dad ran the Haddon Twp. Turkey Trot yesterday.  He ran in 33:54, good for 3rd place in his age group.

Dad and Debbie

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Gobbler Run 5k

Ran the 5th annual Gobbler Run 5k this morning at Camp Ockanickon, the place where I worked for several years before becoming a teacher.  Camp is one of my favorite places in the world, so I try to get back a few times a year.

The course had to be changed at the last minute this year, and there were no course maps available, which may be why I ended up cutting the race short towards the end.  I was able to double back and find the correct path, and my error didn't affect my place in the standings.  I ended up finishing in 22:20, which is pretty slow for me, but camp is not a place to set a PR.  With its many hills and sharp turns and narrow trails, it is far from a fast course.

2nd place in my age group

After the race, a man approached me and asked, "is your name Scott?"  Turns out he's been following this blog since last March when we both raced in the Oddman, and he recognized me from the various pictures I've posted.

Thanks for reading, James, and congrats on winning our age group.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

On Thanksgiving Day, I have a lot to be thankful for.
  • I live in a nice apartment in a nice town.
  • I have a wonderful, supportive, gorgeous girlfriend.
  • I have money in the bank.
  • I have a challenging and rewarding job.
  • I am very healthy.
  • I can eat half my body weight in turkey and not gain weight.
  • I can spend Thanksgiving with family.

Meanwhile, at the dinner table:

Grandmother: I don't really care for pumpkin pie.
Dad: What are you, a communist?

My grandmother and McCar- I mean my dad.

From my family to yours, Happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

2 dead at Philadelphia Marathon

I've started this entry more times than I can count, but nothing seems to properly convey how I feel about the deaths of two runners this past Sunday at the Philadelphia Marathon.

The facts: G. Chris Gleason, a 40-year-old experienced triathlete, and Jeffrey Lee, a 21-year-old Penn senior, died at the finish line.  Gleason died just short of the finish line of the full marathon in the midst of an attempt to break three hours, while Lee died after finishing the half marathon in 1:58.  Both were in good shape and had no known medical conditions that could have precipitated their deaths.

One theory for these and other deaths at marathons around the country is many runners' penchant for speeding up once the finish line is in sight, overexerting the body when it can least handle it. Another is ingesting too much caffeine in the form of energy gels during the race.  A third theory poses the idea that most, if not all of these runners, actually did have heart conditions that went unnoticed over the years, and the physical stress of race day exacerbated the conditions to the point of death.

I can't stop thinking of my own mortality, thinking of how horrible it must be to die within sight of the finish line, to come up short on a goal in the worst way possible.  I can't imagine how unfair it must seem when running is supposed to extend your life, not take it, and I can't stop pondering the confusion and resentment of the families involved.

Imagine the horror, then, should any of them come across this disgusting excuse for writing in today's Philadelphia Inquirer: 

Frank Fitzpatrick's article starts off with a fair question: "Two competitors died in the Philadelphia long distance races Sunday, and perhaps it's time to raise this serious question about marathons: why?"  The problem is, Fitzpatrick never bothers to offer a possible answer, most likely because he's just another out-of-shape schlub who can't begin to fathom what goes into training for and completing a marathon, and his journalistic curiosity does not extend to finding out.

The article then makes the ridiculous assertion that "after all, human beings were not built to go 26.2 miles at a clip," and only goes downhill from there.  In essence, Fitzpatrick uses the death of these two men as a launching point for lame jokes at the marathon's expense, including what Pheidippides would have tweeted had the technology existed in ancient Greece.  Seriously.  I'm all for a fair and balanced look at the marathon and possible reforms with the idea of making it safer, Mr Fitzpatrick, but let's save the comedy for your local Chuckle Hut, shall we?  In the end, the only thing your article proves is how much non-runners love to hate on the sport.

On the opposite end of the spectrum we have Barbara Laker's excellent and touching tribute to Lee and Gleason and the sport of running itself:

A runner herself, Laker discusses her own relationship to the sport while mourning the loss of two men taken before their time.  The closing paragraph captures everything I'm feeling in this moment:

"Every marathon has moments you never forget.  And last night, I couldn't stop thinking of the two men who died running down a dream.  I imagined the deep pain that their relatives and friends must feel.  Last night was supposed to be a time to celebrate, not mourn.  I don't know exactly why or how they died.  But I understood why they were out there."

Monday, November 21, 2011

Movie Monday XXVII

A year ago today I attempted a BQ at the 2010 Philadelphia Marathon.  What happened that day remains one of the proudest moments of my life.  Despite all that happened afterwards with the changing of the Boston registration process, I can still look back on that day and recall the elation I felt when I crossed the finish line.

The video explains it all:

Sunday, November 20, 2011

2011 Philly Marathon

At 17th and Chestnut, around mile 6.

I went out to the Philly Marathon this morning to spectate.  Thousands upon thousands of strangers have been there for me in the past, so I thought I'd try to pay back the favor today.  I stood atop a newsstand for an hour yelling my head off, watching the progression from skinny, tank top-clad elites, to Boston hopefuls, to average Joes.  Everyone with something to prove.

I then headed over to the finish line near the art museum where I climbed a tree and watched the finish line for another hour.

My vantage point from the tree

Philly really needs to get its act together regarding the finish line.  On one side sits a barricade where people can stand and watch, but unless you're six feet tall or right at the front by the barricade, it's all but impossible to actually see the finish line.  On the other side of the street is a VIP tent which obviously blocks off any spectating possibilities.

The finish line was changed a few years ago presumably to incorporate the iconic art museum into finishers' photos, but I'd take bleachers full of screaming fans on either side of the street to finish a marathon over a pretty picture any day.

After sitting in the tree for awhile, I met Amy who had been planning on running the half marathon until she incurred an injury a mere week ago.  She was bummed, like I was, to not be running today, but we both agree that there is always next year.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Philly Marathon Expo

It's Marathon Weekend here in Philly, and that means a trip to the expo with Suze.

On the count of three, say "we're not running it!"

The expo has come a long way since the first time I ran this marathon in 2005.  Back then it was a small tent set up at Eakins Oval just outside the art museum.  It was so small that people had to wait in a line outside to get in.  Nowadays the expo takes up an entire hall of the Philadelphia Convention Center, and seems to get bigger every year.

Suze signed up awhile ago but since had to drop out due to injuries.  She still wanted to pick up her race packet though, figuring that she had paid for it and might as well.

Sad to not be using the bib tomorrow.

At least she had something to pick up.  Which prompted this picture:

After packet pick up, we walked around and checked out the many vendors; everyone from shoe companies to headphones that don't come out when running, to ING Financial Services, to Volkswagen,  to other races all over the country promoting their events, to a kitchen renovation company - everyone wants in on the running boom.

On the one hand, I'm tempted to turn my nose up at the commercialism heaped on such a simple sport, but on the other hand, I have to admit that it gets me excited again and has made me want to sign up for another major race as soon as possible.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Born to run (with shoes)

I finally read this book recently:

I understand why it's been such a big hit in the running community.  It's equal parts travel narrative, sports commentary, history lesson and memoir all rolled into a well written book, and it took me all of two days to read it.  Good thing I don't have anything better to do.  

Hello, Sarcasm.

McDougall's book has helped drive the barefoot running movement, so much that the makers of Vibram Fivefingers should throw him an annual party to thank him.  As it turns out, the sections detailing the advantages of barefoot running were nearly taken out, but McDougall's editor convinced him to keep them in.  McDougall should throw his editor an annual party to thank him.

Several years after the publication of his book, author McDougall is still at it.  In the following video, he gives a brief tutorial on a long lost method of running that should help eliminate injuries that often plague distance runners.  He instructs them to remove their shoes, then runs them through some basic movements to improve their strides and footfalls.

Having read the book, as well as numerous articles and blog entries on barefoot running, I'm more conscious of the way I run, and I'm convinced McDougall would have a field day analyzing my gait. I propel myself with a long stride while landing on my heel and rolling through on the outside of my foot.  It may not be proper, but as I've said before, if it ain't broke, don't try to fix it.  With no major injuries in my time running, no point on changing things now.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Do Life

None other than Ben Davis himself has made it onto the cover of this month's Runner's World. You'll recall Mr. Davis as the founder of the Do Life Movement whom I've written about a few times before.

While at school today, I noticed a pair of students in my study hall reading Runner's World.  I approached them and told them all about Ben and Do Life and that they should check out his video when they get a chance.  Then came the kicker:

I remembered I was wearing my Do Life shirt at the time, so I went all Superman on them.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Movie Monday XXVI

I'm finally finished the run of Jesus Christ Superstar.  The show ran for a total of twelve performances over four weekends, culminating in a standing room only show this past Saturday night.  It was stressful having to dedicate so much time to a show, but as always, the people made up for it.  More than the show, I will miss the people involved.

During most shows, someone films one night from the back row, and then that footage is never seen again.  Occasionally still photos will make their way onto Facebook, but that's about it in terms of recording the show.  I wanted to change that during this run, and decided I would film as much as I could and then turn that footage into a highlights reel.  On closing night this past weekend, I gave everyone in the show a copy of the highlights reel so they can remember all of the hard work that was put in, in addition to the numerous shenanigans that went on backstage.

And for you, dear reader, I present to you that same highlights reel of Jesus Christ Superstar:

Friday, November 4, 2011

Sunset Blvd.

This week was characterized by a series of gorgeous sunset runs through the streets of Haddon Twp. and Collingswood.

The truth is, because I'm not training for something, there is little motivation to get out the door, especially when I come home from a long day at work.  But the weather we've had this past week has made it worth it.  Nothing beats running on a sidewalk filled with crisp leaves and colored trees and sunsets overhead.

5am morning runs, I hardly knew ye.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

At the movies

Amy and I saw this movie yesterday:

Some notes:

  • God I love Hunter S. Thompson.
  • God I love Johnny Depp.
  • There was so much rum in that movie, I practically had a hangover by the time it ended.
  • I thought they said run diary.

Saturday, October 29, 2011


Woke up to 35 degree weather with sleet and rain outside my window this morning.

Given that I'm not training for anything at the moment, I don't know how I even made it out the door.

Nothing makes me feel more badass than running in the freezing rain.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Big Brother

This is on Apple's webpage at the moment:

It's kind of creepy that that's actually my dad's birthday.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Philly sells out

I'd recently made the decision to not run the Philly Marathon this year, which was a decision weeks in the making.  Between the show and the new job, I knew I wouldn't have the time to properly train for it.  As much as it pained me, I knew something had to give, and the marathon was it.  This is not to say that I didn't go back and forth, hemming and hawing in those weeks, wanting to relive the emotion and splendor of last year's race and damn near signing up several times.

But I knew if I wanted to retain some semblance of sanity this fall, I would have to bow out of marathon season this year.  Though I felt I was at peace with this decision, I was still sad to see this today:

Whereas before, I still had the ability to change my mind, crank out a few 20 milers and add another medal to my wall next month, now it's official: I won't be running the Philadelphia Marathon this year.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Jesus Christ Superstar

Just finished opening weekend of Jesus Christ Superstar at Haddonfield Plays and Players.  It's been an exhilarating eight days as we stumbled towards a coherent production.  The eight days were not without drama and a few stumbles, but I think it's safe to say we have a great show and three more weekends to show it off.  I wish I could take more credit for it, but the power of the show lies in the talents of the actors involved.

Brian Mackalonis as Jesus Christ

It's been a nightmare trying to balance assistant directing this show with the new job I started last month, and I oftentimes found myself falling asleep all over the theater during rehearsals, but I can now say it's been worth it.

If you're in the South Jersey/Philadelphia area and want to support community theater, check out to get tickets.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Welcome to the world

Speaking of giving birth, my dear pregnant sister is pregnant no more.  She gave birth early this morning to a healthy baby boy.  Meet my new nephew Soren:

My new nephew, Soren.

Congratulations to Kirsten, Chris, and Oliver, and may your family be blessed with health and happiness.  Welcome to the world, Soren, and I hope you fulfill your family legacy and someday run a faster marathon than your uncle.

Time to look for baby clothes with 26.2 on them...

Monday, October 10, 2011

What's your excuse?

It seems with every major marathon comes an amusing human interest story or two.  In last spring's L.A. marathon, we saw a man run a 2:36 after consuming nothing but McDonald's over the previous 30 days, and a 400+lbs man take over nine hours to finish.

File this one under: you can't make this stuff up.

Amber Miller completed yesterday's Chicago Marathon in 6:25, then gave birth seven hours later. She even beat her husband who joined her out of solidarity at the last moment after no training whatsoever.

Foolish?  Inspirational?  Badass?  I'm torn on this one.  On the one hand, I can't help but wonder if she needlessly risked her baby's safety.  On the other hand, according to the article, her doctor signed off on it, and I've always said that a person knows his/her body better than anyone else.

What do you think?

Monday, October 3, 2011


First run in months in which I had to wear long sleeves.

Perfect fall run tonight.  Past a campfire.  Past Halloween decorations.  Chilly.  Fast.


Saturday, October 1, 2011

Collingswood Book Festival

The Collingswood Book Festival was today, and among the featured authors was Christopher McDougall, author of this book:

While I have yet to read the book, I've read a lot about it, both in official book reviews as well as ordinary running blogs like this one.  I feel like I'll be the last runner on the planet to read it.

I loved his talk because I realized how many opinions we have in common.  He also finds it ridiculous how laden with equipment people let themselves get while running (iPods, cell phones, water bottles, head bands, etc.).  He also finds it ridiculous that people think the only way they can run properly is to buy expensive shoes.  And he also finds it sad how we've let ourselves get away from our roots as human beings in the last century by chaining ourselves to our cars, desks, houses, etc.  At the end of the talk, he said, "when you do what the creature evolved to do, the creature will respond."  I loved that.  You can talk all you want about how you could never do [insert strenuous activity here], but the body is highly adaptable and can respond to incrementally increased training.

Write a best seller, end up on some random guy's running blog.

He was a great public speaker, and if his book is half as entertaining as his talk, I'll be in for some good reading when I finally get a chance to read it.  I'd bought a copy of the book before his talk, and afterwards I introduced myself at his table and had him autograph the book for me.

From the man himself: run wild, friends.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Top 10... brought to you by the B.A.A.

Between this blog and the post I put on a Runner's World forum, I've gotten a lot of nice comments about Boston, most from complete strangers.  I appreciate every one of them.  I also put a link to my BQ video on the Runner's World Forum and got this nice comment: "Great video... actually watched it for the first time 4 or 5 months back and it served as much needed inspiration and motivation in my marathon training.  Many of us are learning from you... so, keep your head up and keep on running!"  It means the world to me that I might have inspired someone else.

Anyway, now that I'm not running the Boston Marathon, I have an extra $150 on my hands.  So I present to you, dear reader, the following top 10 list:

Top 10 ways to spend the $150 I saved by not getting into Boston

10. Get the money in singles and roll around in it on my bed, a lá "Indecent Proposal."

9. Store the money in a banana stand for a rainy day.  As the saying goes:

8.  Go to the movies on a Saturday night.

7.  Buy a pair of Brooks Trance 10's, just to see what it's like to run in such absurdly expensive shoes.

6. Use it to light a cigar, just to say I did.

5. Use the money to construct an imitation palm frond to fan the inner flames and qualify all over again.

4. Put a down payment on a new Garmin Forerunner 610.

3. Buy $150 worth of dollar store Christmas presents.

2.  Buy $150 of GU.  Wrestle in it.

1. Donate the money to Students Run Philly Style, an organization that provides marathon training to young people in order to help them succeed in life.  $150 will provide one pair of running sneakers and entrance into the Philly Marathon for one student.

I'm leaning towards #1.

Monday, September 26, 2011


Rough day today.

I lost three students in one day who, for various reasons, decided to drop German from their schedules.  The German program at the high school where I work was almost canceled this year due to low enrollment, and saving the program is among my list of goals this year.  Losing students will not help me achieve that goal.

I got an e-mail from someone I've never met personally inviting me to audition for one of my favorite shows of all time (Picasso at the Lapin Agile by none other than Steve Martin) based on my previous work.  It's incredibly flattering, and I would love to be in the show, but I'm already committed to assistant directing Jesus Christ Superstar which runs at the same time.

And then the BAA kicked me when I was down with the following e-mail:

That's not even the worst part.

I ran 3:09:45, meaning I missed the cutoff by less than a minute.  This new process of rewarding faster runners hadn't been in place when I ran my BQ.  At the time, I thought as long as I came in under 3:10:59 I would be fine.  When I knew I had the BQ in the bag, I slowed down a bit in the final mile to give my aching body some respite.  If I had known about the new registration policy, I would have tried my best to keep up the pace.  I could have made up that minute.

For a week I allowed myself to imagine toeing that line in Hopkinton next spring and running through 26.2 miles of history, basking in the knowledge of how hard I worked to get there.

I'm crushed.

I read the e-mail directly after school, and I immediately let out a scream of frustration while looking for something to punch.  Then I heard it, a small voice from the doorway behind me:

"Herr Partenheimer?"

One of my 9th graders looking for extra help on the homework.  I put on my best teacher face and turned to face her.  Losing Boston is hard, but at least I have other goals to attend to.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

New marathon world record

Yet another world record has been set at the Berlin Marathon.  Patrick Makau of Kenya ran this morning's race in 2:03:38, further solidifying Berlin's reputation as a fast course and proving that I need to get myself over there and stage a sub 3:00 effort in the next few years.

Because the race was run in Berlin, I'm tempted to spend tomorrow making my AP students read articles about it from German newspapers.
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