After due deliberation, I made my decision. The BMW Dallas Marathon, if I successfully completed it, would be my 101st race of marathon distance or longer.
Of course, my mind was immediately filled with images of black and white-spotted puppy-dogs. I made an effort to clear my thoughts of such clutter because these numbers are important.
You see, for an aging marathoner like me, 100 holds this significance — that beyond it there lies no obvious next stopping point. To go past 100 marathons would be like pushing an aircraft to Mach 1 and then breaking the sound barrier — which produces an impressive bang no doubt — but that doesn’t mean you’ve reached the maximum possible speed. (OK, I confess to being fascinated with fighter jets and pilots.) Continue reading “Running the BMW Dallas Marathon”