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Chris and Jamie are joined by Boston Globe's Red Sox beat writer Alex Speier. Alex talks about his journey into covering sports and the Red Sox. We talk the state of the farm, developing pitching and who are some names fans can watch moving forward and more.

Andrew and Ed are back with Boston Herald Red Sox beat writer Mac Cerullo. The guys talk about the Red Sox offseason, free agency, trades, prospect talk and more.

Just like that, we are already a month into the new College Football season. We've lost our first HC, the Deion Sanders hype train continues to roll out of control, and the ghost of Christmas past visited one FBS HC as his former team from the FCS came and spoiled his weekend with his new team. This weekend saw the Backyard Brawl, a changing of the guard in the Battle for the Bell, and the Rio Grande Rivalry amongst many others. Join Ryan and Antony as they dissect the aftermath of week 3 of the College Football season. They will then turn their sights to week 4, with SIX ranked matchups headlining a stellar weekend of fixtures as most of the non-conference schedules end and we get in to the nitty gritty of Conference season, as teams strive to make the early running and get ahead on the path to Conference Championship games So join us as we go back to College! Explicit Language is in this Podcast. Facebook page: @Roarothelionsuk Facebook group: Detroit Lions Fans UK One Pride World Wide Twitter: @ROTL_UK Instagram: @ROTL.UK Twitch: rotl_uk YouTube: Roar Of The Lions UK Website: Roarofthelionsuk.com

On this week's episode of the TC & Company Podcast, Tom Caron is joined by Boston Globe journalist Bob Ryan to discuss the sports-mania that has taken over the city of Boston as both the Bruins and Celtics begin their run for respective championships, the Red Sox season is in full swing, and the Patriots prepare for the 2023 NFL Draft. The duo dive into all the narratives surrounding the Red Sox 2023 team and its front office, the Bruins historic 2023 season and their quest for the Stanley Cup, what the Celtics' chances of winning Boston's first Larry O'Brien trophy since 2008 are looking like, the rumors surrounding the Patriots quarterback position, plus plenty more! 

Hosts Matthew Zator and Kyle Knopp get together with Boston Bruins writer Scott Roche to preview the 2022-23 season. They discuss everything from the new addition of Pavel Zacha and the return of David Krejci to whether this team can stay above water until Brad Marchand returns in December. They also dive into the Bruins' weak defence without the services of Charlie McAvoy and Matt Grzelcyk and what Jeremy Swayman will do for an encore after a relatively strong 2021-22 season. They also discuss some of the big storylines going into the season and identify some potential breakout stars, players that need to bounce back, X-factors, trade bait, and much more. ================================================ Follow Scott's work - https://thehockeywriters.com/author/sroche And the rest of the writers at THW as they preview the season in written form - https://thehockeywriters.com/tag/bruins-season-preview/ Check out "Quick Fire with The Hockey Writers" where our panel give their opinions on the hottest topics on social media and in the NHL ================================================ Follow The Hockey Writers: Twitter - https://twitter.com/TheHockeyWriter Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/thehockeywriters_ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TheHockeyWriters/ Sign up for the "Morning Skate" newsletter - https://morningskate.io/ Graphics by Vince Richard - https://www.behance.net/vincergraphics

We sit down with Elyse Ayoung & Tyler Hilaire-Dubreuil to recap our Boston dinner on 8/9

Brad joins the show to breakdown the Boston Red Sox and their start to the 2022 season! We talk about the pitching staff, Bottom of the lineup struggles, Trevor Story, does Xander re-sign with the sox at the end of this season & where do the sox finish in the AL East. Enjoy!!

Danny Ventura has worked for the Boston Herald forever the past 30 years and is the best reporter and coverage person of high school sports in the State of Massachusetts. He really does his homework and research as far as teams go in all sports across the state and high school and athletic Directors are very lucky to have a person like Danny who devotes his time and effort into high school coaches, players, and programs across the Eastern Part of the state. A must listen episode.

On this weeks show, Dan and Mal run some of that sweet pick and roll action around the NBA. Brittany Smart of the WNBL UC Capitals and host of her very own podcast THE SMART ATHLETE calls in for a chat. The boys then wrap up the show with a bit of Crack-em to round out this week's POD. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/balldontlieaustralia/message

Welcome to the second day of June, everyone -- we are excited to begin a new chapter of our podcast that will solely feature our host/producer Matt Noonan, who shares an update on what you can expect from our show going forward, along with some thoughts on the Boston Celtics, who have made some drastic changes after their 2020-21 season concluded in the opening round of the NBA playoffs against the Brooklyn Nets. Stay connected with Noontime Sports by visiting our blog: NoontimeSports.com Make sure to follow us on Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, and YouTube -- you can also find us on Instagram at @NoontimeNation --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/noontime-sports/support

Overrated podcast - 18esima puntata: focus sulla stagione dei Boston Celtics. Salviamo Bradley Beal: alcune ipotesi di trade. I primi risultati delle votazioni per l'All Star Game.

Om Chara, konspirationsteorier i Tampa Bay och intryck från JVM.

Om Chara, konspirationsteorier i Tampa Bay och intryck från JVM.

Om Chara, konspirationsteorier i Tampa Bay och intryck från JVM.

Alex Speier of the Boston Globe joins Kyle Glaser to break down the Red Sox's Top 10 Prospects. including the Triston Casas-Jeter Downs debate at No. 1, the latest on Jay Groome and why the Red Sox drafted Nick Yorke in the first round. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/baseball-america/donations Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

On this episode of the Baseball America College Podcast, presented by Rapsodo, Teddy Cahill and Joe Healy are joined by Boston College coach Mike Gambino to discuss his 2021 team, which features a trio of potential first-round picks in righthander Mason Pelio, infielder Cody Morissette and outfielder Sal Frelick, what it's been like to be back on the practice field, BC's new facilities and the legacy of Pete Frates. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/baseball-america/donations Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

On this special edition of That's A Rap, Jason and Dre cross enemy lines as they join the Celtics Pride Podcast to rep your Toronto Raptors and preview this 2nd Round match up. It was a great time speaking with the guys at Celtics Pride as we got some insight on the Celtics players, and to no one's surprise, they respect the hell out of the Raptors. We preview match-ups, coaching match-up, bench and x-factors, and of course give our predictions of who will win this 7 game series. Don't forget to subscribe, rate and review our podcast on Apple Podcast. Leaving a 5 star review really helps us move up the ranks! #Raptors #WeTheNorth #WeTheChamps #Podcasts #Basketball #RTZ #NBA #Playoffs Twitter: @ThatsARapPod & @RaptorsHQ Instagram: thatsarappodcast Email: thatsarappodcast@gmail.com Website: https://www.raptorshq.com/ Hosts: Jason Leung @JayLeung20, Andreas Babiolakis @andreasbabs, Jay Rosales @Rosalesaurus Celtics Pride Podcast: @CelticsPridePod Producer: Jason Leung Music: Omar Samuels Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On Ep. 07, TST's Coach T is joined by Boston Athletic Training Founder & Owner Chaim Andler to discuss running a training business to better athletes, how he has grown his business, his training philosophy, how he has managed during the quarantine, and much more! We then finish with our fun and exciting "Rapid Fire" segment! Please enjoy, like & subscribe! Subscribe to our channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1BTQbxoq2W9GriBq1iKFKA FOLLOW THE COACH T PODCAST: TWITTER: https://twitter.com/CoachTPodcast TWITTER: https://twitter.com/TST_Training INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/turnersportstraining/ YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1BTQbxoq2W9GriBq1iKFKA?view_as=subscriber --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Don Cherry's Grapevine Podcast Boston Gardens, Monkeys, Elephants and more. Stories of the Boston Gardens, Monkeys, Elephants and more On Ilya Kovalchuk, Zack Kassian, Connor McDavid, Wayne Gretzky's record, Bill Barber, CooperAlls, Boston Gardens, optional practices and much more. This channel and the Jim Fannon Show Podcast consist of older terrestrial radio shows and current interviews and performances by friendly musicians, movie industry influencers, media personalities and a variety of general interest clips. Interact with the community and you'll no doubt, get a response from @JimFannonShow Follow:https://twitter.com/jimfannonhttps://www.facebook.com/jimfannonhttps://www.instagram.com/jimfannonThanks for SubscribingContact realestate@teamniagara.caYour support for this channel is appreciatedYou may contribute here: https://www.patreon.com/freespeechDon Cherry's Grapevine Podcast Boston Gardens, Monkeys, Elephants and moreDon Cherry,Don Cherry's Grapevine Podcast Boston Gardens,hockey,coach's corner,Don Cherry's Grapevine,nhl,The Coach Don Cherry Answers Questions,The Coach Don Cherry,Don Cherry's Grapevine Podcast,don cherry,hockey night in canada,Don Cherry's Grapevine Podcast Don Cherry's Sports Grill and The Grapevine Show,Don Cherry's Sports Grill and The Grapevine Show,Hockey,Ice Hockey,Grapevine,Podcast,Boston Gardens Get bonus content on PatreonSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/jimfannon. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Plus Size Traveler Podcast Co-hosts Adrienne and Lauren join Boston native and body inclusive yoga studio owner and plus size wellness expert, Rachel Estapa, CEO of More To Love Yoga for an in-depth discussion about exploring Boston, Massachusetts. Steeped in American history, we discuss exploring the two and a half mile Freedom Trail that takes visitors to the Old State House, Granary Burial Ground and Faneuil Hall then through Boston’s famous North End Little Italy neighborhood, Paul Revere’s house and Bunker Hill. We also talk about some famous pop culture and filming locations from The Departed, Fever Pitch, Cheers and more. We also talk all about Salem, the infamous suburb of Boston where the Witch Trials took place. In addition to the top Boston and Salem sights, we talk all about the best plus size yoga and athletic pants brands as well as our Boston Foodventure Food Favorites.

In this Episode we’re heading into the locker room to get the mood of the team with S Malcolm Jenkins, head coach Doug Pederson talks about the state of the team and RB Boston Scott tells his fascinating story of going from high school band member to the NFL. Tune in NOW!

In this Episode we’re heading into the locker room to get the mood of the team with S Malcolm Jenkins, head coach Doug Pederson talks about the state of the team and RB Boston Scott tells his fascinating story of going from high school band member to the NFL. Tune in NOW!

It took us a while to upload it but here is Josh and Tony’s review of Boston Fanexpo 2019.

The BSN Avalanche Podcast is back at the Pepsi Center as AJ Haefele and Adrian Dater break down Colorado’s top line dominance.

Hey everyone. This is Laz Jackson of Detroit Bad Boys, and on this week's podcast, we are doing our first Eastern Conference team preview! Ben Gulker and I preview the Boston Celtics with James Holas of BBall Breakdown and Alex Kungu of CelticsBlog and The Stepien, and we get to topics such as "Why should Al Horford come off the bench?" "Which do you love more, Jayson Tatum or Jaylen Brown?" and "...who is Brad Wanamaker?" As always, we appreciate your continued support of the podcast, and the best way to do that is to share, like, leave comments - please leave comments on Detroit Bad Boys, it's the best way for us to build the podcast according to what the fans want. In order to do that, though, you have to follow DetroitBadBoys.com, the best place on the internet for Pistons' news and analysis this season. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hey everyone. This is Laz Jackson of Detroit Bad Boys, and on this week's podcast, we are doing our first Eastern Conference team preview! Ben Gulker and I preview the Boston Celtics with James Holas of BBall Breakdown and Alex Kungu of CelticsBlog and The Stepien, and we get to topics such as "Why should Al Horford come off the bench?" "Which do you love more, Jayson Tatum or Jaylen Brown?" and "...who is Brad Wanamaker?" As always, we appreciate your continued support of the podcast, and the best way to do that is to share, like, leave comments - please leave comments on Detroit Bad Boys, it's the best way for us to build the podcast according to what the fans want. In order to do that, though, you have to follow DetroitBadBoys.com, the best place on the internet for Pistons' news and analysis this season. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hey everyone. This is Laz Jackson of Detroit Bad Boys, and on this week's podcast, we are doing our first Eastern Conference team preview! Ben Gulker and I preview the Boston Celtics with James Holas of BBall Breakdown and Alex Kungu of CelticsBlog and The Stepien, and we get to topics such as "Why should Al Horford come off the bench?" "Which do you love more, Jayson Tatum or Jaylen Brown?" and "...who is Brad Wanamaker?" As always, we appreciate your continued support of the podcast, and the best way to do that is to share, like, leave comments - please leave comments on Detroit Bad Boys, it's the best way for us to build the podcast according to what the fans want. In order to do that, though, you have to follow DetroitBadBoys.com, the best place on the internet for Pistons' news and analysis this season. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hosted by former Virginia attackman Joe Yevoli, the GameChanger podcast welcomes in former Denver Pioneer, Boston Cannons and U.S. National Team face-off specialist Trevor Baptiste.

The 2018 Boston Marathon The RunRunLive 4.0 Podcast– Boston 2018  (Audio: link) audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/Boston2018.mp3] Link   We are near the ‘one-mile-to-go' marker.  Eric says something about one more hill.  The crowds are thicker and more enthusiastic than they should be, but this is Boston.  The spectators take it as seriously as the runners.  A multi-colored sea of umbrellas lines the road and the encouragement is loud enough to rise above the storm.  Because it is the Boston Marathon, and this is our race.  I am slowed but not walking.  Eric has those ultra-marathon legs and is pulling me.  If he wasn't there I might, I just might, take a walk break.  But I don't.  And we grind on.  … This race has ground me down but has not beaten me.  The rain continues to come in sheets and stand-you-up blasts of cold wind.  It is a din of squishing footfalls and the wet-plastic scrunching of ponchos, trash bags and rain coats.  All cadenced by the constant buffet and roar of wind-driven rain smashing into humans.  That one more hill Eric is talking about is not really a hill.  But I know what he means.  It's Eric's 10th Boston and he has decided to run it in with me even though my pace has deteriorated in these last 2 miles as my legs lose the battle to this Boston course.  I will not stop.  It's my 20th Boston so I remember when they added this underpass to avoid a road crossing many years ago.  I remember the old days of looking ahead and wishing with all my heart to see the runners disappearing to the right onto Hereford Street.  Now we looked ahead to see the moving tide of storm shattered humans jog left and dip under and out the other side.  We don't walk or slow our grimly purposed grind through the storm.  We rise out of the underpass.  Shifting to avoid the walkers or stumblers, or just having to jostle through yet another weaving, wet, exhausted, human-trash-bag blasted into our personal space by the gusty rain.  There is not much antipathy left for these wayward castaways.  An elbow, a shoulder, a tired shove and we all keep moving. It's like being inside a washing machine filled with ponchos and rain gear with a cold firehose turned on you at the same time.  We all just want to finish.   Ironically I feel a tail wind slap me on the back as we grind up Hereford.  The only tail wind on the course.  Maybe a bit insulting. Too little, too late. Eric says his family is in the crowd somewhere up by the turn onto Bolyston and I grudgingly grind a wide tangent as he searches the crowd.  Nothing against his family but I don't think I'd stop here to see God if he were behind the barrier.  The pull of that finish line is too strong, and I'm exhausted from 3-plus hours of pummeling rain and wind and cold.  Typically, in a rainy race people will strip out of their protective clothing in the first few miles as they warm up.  Not today.  They never warmed up.  But now, as they approach the finish line and the anticipated succor of hotel rooms and hot showers they begin to shed their rain carapaces en masse.  For the last 10 miles I have been looking out the 6-inch circle of my found poncho's hood.  Now as I pull it back and look down Bolyston it is an apocalyptic scene.  Usually in high wind situations the discarded rain ponchos and trash bags will blow across the course like dangerous plastic tumbleweeds to tangle the runners' legs or lodge in the fencing.  Not today.  The cold rain is so heavy that it plasters the detritus to the pavement like so many giant spit balls.  Through this apocalyptic landscape we grind out the last ¼ mile of this storied course.  There is not much of a sprint in my stride as we push through the timing mats.  I pull up the found poncho so the timers can see my number.  I'm still clutching my bottle in one cold-cramped claw.  I never finished my drink. I'm not sure I could let go of it if I wanted to.  My hands ceased to function as hands more than an hour ago.  Grimacing we finish.  Around us runners throw their arms up in celebration.  The look on their faces is a combination of triumph, relief and disbelief.  They have survived the worst weather that Boston has ever offered up.  They got it done on a day that was at once horrible and at the same time the most epic journey in a marathon most will ever experience. And not just any marathon.  The Boston Marathon.  They lived to tell the tales, and this one will be talked about for decades. … I was wrong.  I thought I had seen everything and raced in every type of weather.  I have never seen anything like this.  The closest I have come was the last leg of the Hood to Coast Relay in 2016.  I had the same 30 mph head wind with the same driving rain.  But the difference that day in Oregon was that the rain was a few degrees warmer and I wasn't going 26.2 miles on one of the hardest marathon courses. I have experience.  I ran my Boston PR in '98 in a cold drizzle.  I rather enjoyed the Nor'easter of '07. I had a fine day in the rain of 2015.  Friday , as the race was approaching, when we knew what the weather was shaping up to be I wrote a blog post to calm people down.  In that post I said not to worry too much, it's never as bad on the course as the hype makes it out to be.  I said that the cooler temps were good for racing if you could stay out of the wind.  I mollified the nervous by noting that in the mid-pack there are thousands of people to draft with.  I cautioned against wearing too much rain gear as it would catch the wind and slow you down.  Instead, I recommended, wear a few layers to trap the heat. I was wrong.  I have never seen anything like this. … Most races would have canceled or delayed in the face of this type of weather.  Not Boston.  This type of weather at Chicago would have resulted in a humanitarian crises on the scale of an ill-timed tsunami rising out of Lake Michigan.  This weather at New York would have driven the runners and spectators into emergency shelters. Not the Boston Marathon.  This old dame of a foot race has been continuously pitting the best runners in the world against each other for  122 years.  This race is part of our cultural fabric.  It's special.  We don't stop for weather.  It's too important to us to stop for anything.  I remember emailing Dave McGillivray from a business trip in the days before the 2007 race as the Nor'easter bore down on New England.  I asked him if the reports were true, that they were considering canceling the race?  He responded matter of factly that he didn't know about anybody else but he was going to be there.  It's not bravado or false courage.  It's a mindset that we are part of something bigger than ourselves.  The organization, the athletes, the cities and towns and the spectators are all in it together.  Together, on Monday, we all screwed up our grit and ran our race despite what wrath nature decided to unpack for us. The athletes who run Boston are not the type to give up.  They have earned the right to be there.  Either by qualifying or working to raise thousands of dollars.  This is not the one-and-done bucket list crowd.  This is a cohort of seasoned endurance athletes who have trained hard and long over many years to get here.  If they skipped runs for bad weather they would never have made it to the start in Hopkinton.  … For the first time ever I decided to skip the Athlete's village in Hopkinton.  From past experience I knew it was going to be a mess.  Based on the reports I have from other runners it was like a medieval battlefield scene.  The athletic fields turned into ankle deep mud under the marching of 30,000 runners.  Athletes struggled to find shelter under the tents.  Some crawled under vehicles in the parking lot in an attempt to get out of the elements.  It was already raining and blowing hard as the day broke in Hopkinton.  The temperatures struggled to find 40 degrees.  There was no good place to be.  It was a mess.  There was no way to stay dry.  Waiting around to be called to the corrals runners started to accumulate a core temperature loss that would haunt them throughout the race.  The organization did the best they could but it was miserable and chaotic.  I avoided it.  My youngest daughter offered to drop me off in Hopkinton and I took the spectator bus downtown (instead of the athlete bus to the Village).  Seeing what the conditions would be, I took Eric's offer of safe harbor at Betty's place.  It's a long story, a Boston story, and it goes like this…  A long time ago, a family from St. Louis owned a home in Hopkinton.  They started a tradition of hosting the visiting Missouri runners in that home.  Eventually that family from St. Louis sold the home to Betty's Family.  They continued the tradition and this is where Eric, one of my running buddies, who is from St. Louis, has been sheltering before his Boston Marathons.  This year, Betty has sold the house and moved into a senior center, right next to the start.  She arranged to have the center's hall open to the Missouri runners.  I joined a dozen or so gathered there in the warmth, replete with food and drink and good nature to wait for the start.  We didn't know how lucky we were to have this safe harbor.  Around 10:30 Eric, another runner and I made our goodbyes and started walking to the corrals.  We walked out into the storm.  We were ostensibly in wave 3 corral 3 but were soon to find out that much of the rigorous Boston starting procedure had been blown out the window.  I made them stop at the big porta-potty farm on Main Street.  I took my dry race shoes, socks and hat out of their bag and wiggled into them in the cramped plastic box.  Ready to race.  I tossed the sweat pants, old shoes and ski hat to the volunteer who was stuffing soggy cast offs frantically into a rattling plastic bag. I have raced and run in all kinds of weather.  I generally know what to do and how to dress.  Monday I dressed for racing in a 35-40 degree rainy day.  I had trained in much colder weather.  I wasn't expecting this day to be too cold, especially once we started racing and warmed up.  The only real risk was at the end of the race.  If we were forced to walk or slow down we might get chilled.  I dressed based on my experience from 19 previous Boston Marathons and 60+ marathons over the last 25 years.  And I was wrong. I wore a new pair of high-cut race shorts that I bought at the expo.  I have a rule of thumb, especially after a winter training campaign, 35 and above is shorts weather.  We were close to but above that line.  I slipped on a thin pair of calf sleeves in deference to possible wind chill and rain.  Calf sleeves are good compromise between shorts and tights if the weather is on the line and add additional protection against cramping on cold days.  For the top I added a layer to what I would usually wear.  I had a thin tech tee shirt that I had made into a tank by cutting off the sleeves as my base layer.  On top of that I wore a high-quality long sleeve tech tee I got from Asics for the 2014 NYC race and on top of that my Squannacook singlet with the bib number.  People forget that the bib number is waterproof and wind proof and helps keep your core warm.  Three layers plus the oversized bib should keep the core warm.  I wore a pair of tech gloves that were designed for this in-between type weather.  You wouldn't want to wear these when the temps got below freezing but they usually work well in the in-between temps.  I topped it off with a simple Boston race hat from 2017.  That's the same scheme I've used in countless 35-40 degree rainy runs. I was wrong. Mentally I was prepared.  I've been doing this too long to worry about things I can't change.  I was happy to not have another hot year.  I had had a decent training cycle and my fitness was good.  I had avoided injury except for a minor niggle in my high left hamstring.  I was ready to race.  I slept well.  I was ready to respect Boston. I was wrong.  This was a different thing.  This was different than anything I had ever raced in.  … 65 seconds.  That's how long Eric said it took me to poop at mile 9.  I knew those porta-potties were there in the parking lot across from the reservoir.  I have used them in previous years.  I told Eric I wanted to stop.  We had come to the conclusion that today wasn't the best racing weather by that point.  We had been holding race pace fairly consistently up to that point down out of Hopkinton and into the flats of Ashland and Natick.  I didn't feel horrible, but I didn't feel great either.  I was worried about spending too much and getting caught at the end.  My effort level was good, but a little high.  My heart rate was good.  But I weirdly felt like I was burning energy faster than normal.  I could feel the energy I was expending fighting the storm.  Our ability to draft had been minimalized.  With the gusting wind and driving rain runners were having trouble staying in their lanes.  Even if you could get on someone's shoulder that just meant you were in the wettest part of the road.  The runners you were trying to draft stuck to the dry crown of the road and in order to get into their shadow you had to run in the water filled wheel paths.  Even a veteran like me, who knows the course, couldn't make good tangent decisions as runners weaved and wobbled in the storm.  My watch says I ran an extra ¼ mile.  People were running in all kinds of rain gear in an attempt to stay the effect of the tempest.  Shoes wrapped in bags tied at the ankles, runners clutching space blanket fragments, trash bags, ponchos and even shower caps that they had stolen from their hotels.  All bets were off. I wanted to slow down and drop off of race pace to conserve energy I knew a forced break was a good psychological way of doing this.  Anyone who has raced with me knows that I will keep repeating things like “we have to back it off” but for some reason struggle to put this sentiment into execution.  A potty break would be a good reset. Once we had the race monkey off our backs Eric and I settled into a reasonable pace and looked up ahead to anticipate the girls and the hills.  I wasn't feeling great but it wasn't critical.  I didn't really know if I needed to be drinking more or how nutrition should work in this weather.  I told Eric it was now a fun run and he said “Anything under four hours is good”. We ran on through Natick and Framingham.  Eric turned to me and asked, was that the ½?  I said I think it was.  They hadn't put up the arch that has been there in recent years due to the wind and we almost missed it.  Eric kept marveling at the spectators.  He kept repeating ‘these people are the real story'.  He was amazed that they were still out in force lining the course and cheering.  The spectators at Boston take it as seriously as the runners.  If I could turn my head in the final miles I would see the incongruent, multi-colored sea of umbrellas lining the. route  The spectators at Boston are not spectators, they are partners, or rather part owners, with the athletes.  Coming down the hill out of Hopkinton there were a couple of kids in bathing suits frolicking in a front yard.  One guy was wearing a mask and snorkel.  There are countless stories of spectators tying shoes and helping runners with food and nutrition when the athletes hands were too cold to work anymore.  One out of town runner, in a fit of hypothermia went to the crowd looking for a spare rain poncho and got the nice LL Bean rain coat freely off a mans back so he could finish the race.  In some ways it reminded me of 2013 when the people of Boston came together to help each other overcome adversity.  It's been five years but our spirit is still Boston Strong.  We ran on through to Wellesley staying on a good pace but trying to recover enough for the hills.  Other years you can hear the girls at Wellesley College screaming from a mile away.  This year the hard rain damped the sound until we were almost on top pf them.  They were out there.  They were hanging over their fence imploring the shivering runners with kisses and high-fives.  Eric and I ran through smiling as always.  Even though my energy was low I drifted over and slapped as many wet hands as I could.  … Coming into mile 15 some combination of our slower pace and the increasing ferocity of the storm started to get the better of me.  I could feel my core temperature dropping.  I was working but I couldn't keep up.  How did this happen?  How could someone with my experience get it wrong?  Why was this different from any other cold rain run?  It was, in a sense, the perfect storm.  The perfect combination of physics, fluid dynamics and temperature conspired to create a near perfect heat sink for the runners.  The wind, on its own, was just a strong wind.  The rain on its own was just a hard rain.  The temperature on its own was just another spring day.  But the combination pulled heat out of your body faster than you could make more. The volume of rain driven by the winds penetrated through my hat and washed the heat from my head.  The same cold rain drove through the three layers of my shirts and washed the heat from my core.  My gloves filled with cold water and my hands went numb.  When I made a fist water would pour out like squeezing a wet sponge.  The rain and wind was constant but would also come in big waves.  We'd be running along and a surge in the storm would knock us sideways or backwards like being surprised by a maniac with a water cannon.  I would stumble and lean into it and mutter “Holy shit storm!” or “Holy Cow Bells!” Really just to recognize and put words on the abuse.  The wind was directly in our faces.  The rain was directly in our faces.  The whole time.  We never got out of it.  There would be lulls but then it would return with one of those smack-you-in-the-face hose downs.  My shoulder and back muscles were sore from leaning into it.  I was having difficulty drinking from my bottle because I couldn't squeeze my hand hard enough.  I resorted to holding it between two hands and pushing together between them.  People reported not having the hand strength to take their nutrition or even pull their shorts up after a potty stop.  I was starting to go hypothermic and my mind searched for a plan.  Eric knew I was struggling.  I started scanning the road for discarded gear I could use.  The entire length of the course was strewn with gear.  I saw expensive gloves and hats and coats of all descriptions.  We passed by an expensive fuel belt at one point that someone had given up on.  Eric knew I was suffering and I told him I was going to grab a discarded poncho if I could find one.  As if on cue a crumpled orange poncho came into view on the sidewalk to our left and I stopped to retrieve it.  Eric helped me wriggle into it.  It was rather tight, and that was a good thing.  It was probably a woman's.  It clung tightly to my torso and had a small hood that captured my head and hat without much luffing in the wind.  It's at this point that Eric says I was a new man.  I may not have been a new man but the poncho trapped enough heat to reverse the hypothermia and we got back to work.  By now we were running down into Newton Lower Falls and looking up, over the highway at the Hills.  Eric said, “We're not walking the hills.” I said, “OK” and we were all business.  We slowed down but we kept moving through the first hill.  I focused not on running but on falling. Falling forward and catching myself with my feet.  Hips forward.  Lift and place the foot.  Not running just falling. The hood of the poncho was narrow.  I had an enforced tunnel vision, but it was somehow comforting, like a blinders on a race horse.  I could see Eric's blue shoes appear now and then on my right, or on my left.  I settled into my own, little, six-inch oval of reality and worked through the hills.  Other runners would cross my field of vision and I'd bump through them.  I was in the groove.  I don't know why but people's pacing was all over the place during the race.  It might have been the wind or the hypothermia addled brains but they were weaving all over the road.  I had to slam on my brakes for random stoppages the entire race.  Eventually I just ran through them as best I could.  I didn't have the energy to stop.  This kind of behavior is unusual at Boston in the seeded corrals, but the whole day was unusual. I think the relative chaos of the start may have had something to do with it. When we got to the corrals they had ceased worrying about protocol and were just waving runners through.  If you wanted to bandit Boston this year or cheat, Monday would have been the day to do it.  But you also might have died in the process, so there's that.  We got through the chutes and over the start mats without any formal starting ceremony.  The flood gates were open, so to speak.  Because of this I think the pacing was a bit strange at the start and we passed a lot of people.  I was racing and Eric was doing his best to hold me back.  We chewed through the downhill section of the course with gusto.  Given the conditions we were probably too fast, but not suicidal.  Both of us have run Boston enough times to be smart every once in a while.  We were holding a qualifying pace fairly well and trying to draft where we could.  Eric had to pull off and have someone tie his shoe but I stayed in my lane and he caught up.  We rolled through the storm this way until I realized this was not a day to race and we had to conserve our energy if we wanted to finish.  We metered our efforts and this budgeting process culminated in the voluntary pit stop at mile 9. … In Newton between the hills we'd focus on pulling back and recovering enough for the next one.  Eric had a friend volunteering at mile 19 who we stopped to say ‘hi' to.  We were slow but we were moving forward.  We reached a point of stasis.  Every now and then Eric would pull out his video camera and try to capture the moment.  I was thinking sarcastically to myself how wonderful it would be to have video of my tired, wet self hunched inside the poncho like a soggy Quasimodo. I had brought a bottle of a new electrolyte drink called F2C with me.  It was ok but because of the cold I wasn't drinking much.  I knew my hands couldn't get to the Endurolytes in my shorts pocket.  I had enough sense to worry about keeping the cramps away.  I managed to choke down a few of the Cliff Gels they had on the course just to get some calories, and hopefully some electrolytes.  Eric and I continued to drive through the hills.  I miss-counted and thought we'd missed HeartBreak in the Bedlam.  With the thinner crowds I could see the contours of the course and knew we had one more big one before the ride down into Boston.  We successfully navigated through the rain up Heartbreak and Eric made a joke about there being no inspirational chalk drawings on the road this year.  Eric was happy.  He had wrecked himself on the hills in previous races and my slow, steady progress had helped him meter himself.  With those ultra-marathon trained legs he was now ready to celebrate and took off down the hill.  I tried my best to stay with him but the hamstring pull in my left leg constrained my leg extension and it hurt a bit.  I was happy to jog it in but he still had juice.  I told him to run his race, I'd be ok, secretly wishing he'd go so I could take some walk breaks without a witness, but he refused.  He said “We started this together and we're going to finish together.”  OK Buddy, but I'm not running any faster.  I watched his tall yellow frame pull ahead a few meters though the last 10K, but he would always pull up and wait for me to grind on through. And so we ground out against the storm and into the rain and wind blasts through the final miles.  In my mind I never once thought, “This is terrible!” or “This bad weather is ruining my race!”  All I was thinking is how great it was to get to be a part of something so epic that we would be talking about for years to come.  The glory points we notched for running this one, for surviving it and for doing decently well considering – that far outweighed any whining about the weather. This type of thing brings out the best in people.  It brought out the grit in me and the other finishers.  It brought out the challenges for those 2700 or so people who were forced to seek medical treatment.  That's about 10% of those who started.  It brought out the best in Desi Linden who gutted out a 2:39 to be the first American winner 33 years.  In fact it brought out the best in the next 5 female finishers, all of whom were relative unkowns.  The top 7 women were 6 Americans and one 41 year old Canadian who came in 3rd.  No East Africans to be seen.  The day brought out the best in Yuki Kawauchi from Japan who ground past Kenyan champ Geoffrey Kirui in the final miles.  It was an epic day for epic athletes and I am glad to have been a part of it.  I am grateful that this sport continues to surprise me and teach me and humble me.  I am full of gratitude to be part of this race that pushes us so hard to be better athletes, to earn the right to join our heroes on this course.  I am humbled to have friends in this community, like Eric, who can be my wing men (and wing-ladies) when the storms come. I am thankful for that day in 1997 when a high school buddy said, “Hey, why don't we run the marathon?”  Those 524 miles of Boston over the last 20 years hold a lot of memories.  This race has changed me for the better and I'm thankful for the opportunity.

The 2018 Boston Marathon The RunRunLive 4.0 Podcast– Boston 2018  (Audio: link) audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/Boston2018.mp3] Link   We are near the ‘one-mile-to-go’ marker.  Eric says something about one more hill.  The crowds are thicker and more enthusiastic than they should be, but this is Boston.  The spectators take it as seriously as the runners.  A multi-colored sea of umbrellas lines the road and the encouragement is loud enough to rise above the storm.  Because it is the Boston Marathon, and this is our race.  I am slowed but not walking.  Eric has those ultra-marathon legs and is pulling me.  If he wasn’t there I might, I just might, take a walk break.  But I don’t.  And we grind on.  … This race has ground me down but has not beaten me.  The rain continues to come in sheets and stand-you-up blasts of cold wind.  It is a din of squishing footfalls and the wet-plastic scrunching of ponchos, trash bags and rain coats.  All cadenced by the constant buffet and roar of wind-driven rain smashing into humans.  That one more hill Eric is talking about is not really a hill.  But I know what he means.  It’s Eric’s 10th Boston and he has decided to run it in with me even though my pace has deteriorated in these last 2 miles as my legs lose the battle to this Boston course.  I will not stop.  It’s my 20th Boston so I remember when they added this underpass to avoid a road crossing many years ago.  I remember the old days of looking ahead and wishing with all my heart to see the runners disappearing to the right onto Hereford Street.  Now we looked ahead to see the moving tide of storm shattered humans jog left and dip under and out the other side.  We don’t walk or slow our grimly purposed grind through the storm.  We rise out of the underpass.  Shifting to avoid the walkers or stumblers, or just having to jostle through yet another weaving, wet, exhausted, human-trash-bag blasted into our personal space by the gusty rain.  There is not much antipathy left for these wayward castaways.  An elbow, a shoulder, a tired shove and we all keep moving. It’s like being inside a washing machine filled with ponchos and rain gear with a cold firehose turned on you at the same time.  We all just want to finish.   Ironically I feel a tail wind slap me on the back as we grind up Hereford.  The only tail wind on the course.  Maybe a bit insulting. Too little, too late. Eric says his family is in the crowd somewhere up by the turn onto Bolyston and I grudgingly grind a wide tangent as he searches the crowd.  Nothing against his family but I don’t think I’d stop here to see God if he were behind the barrier.  The pull of that finish line is too strong, and I’m exhausted from 3-plus hours of pummeling rain and wind and cold.  Typically, in a rainy race people will strip out of their protective clothing in the first few miles as they warm up.  Not today.  They never warmed up.  But now, as they approach the finish line and the anticipated succor of hotel rooms and hot showers they begin to shed their rain carapaces en masse.  For the last 10 miles I have been looking out the 6-inch circle of my found poncho’s hood.  Now as I pull it back and look down Bolyston it is an apocalyptic scene.  Usually in high wind situations the discarded rain ponchos and trash bags will blow across the course like dangerous plastic tumbleweeds to tangle the runners’ legs or lodge in the fencing.  Not today.  The cold rain is so heavy that it plasters the detritus to the pavement like so many giant spit balls.  Through this apocalyptic landscape we grind out the last ¼ mile of this storied course.  There is not much of a sprint in my stride as we push through the timing mats.  I pull up the found poncho so the timers can see my number.  I’m still clutching my bottle in one cold-cramped claw.  I never finished my drink. I’m not sure I could let go of it if I wanted to.  My hands ceased to function as hands more than an hour ago.  Grimacing we finish.  Around us runners throw their arms up in celebration.  The look on their faces is a combination of triumph, relief and disbelief.  They have survived the worst weather that Boston has ever offered up.  They got it done on a day that was at once horrible and at the same time the most epic journey in a marathon most will ever experience. And not just any marathon.  The Boston Marathon.  They lived to tell the tales, and this one will be talked about for decades. … I was wrong.  I thought I had seen everything and raced in every type of weather.  I have never seen anything like this.  The closest I have come was the last leg of the Hood to Coast Relay in 2016.  I had the same 30 mph head wind with the same driving rain.  But the difference that day in Oregon was that the rain was a few degrees warmer and I wasn’t going 26.2 miles on one of the hardest marathon courses. I have experience.  I ran my Boston PR in ’98 in a cold drizzle.  I rather enjoyed the Nor’easter of ’07. I had a fine day in the rain of 2015.  Friday , as the race was approaching, when we knew what the weather was shaping up to be I wrote a blog post to calm people down.  In that post I said not to worry too much, it’s never as bad on the course as the hype makes it out to be.  I said that the cooler temps were good for racing if you could stay out of the wind.  I mollified the nervous by noting that in the mid-pack there are thousands of people to draft with.  I cautioned against wearing too much rain gear as it would catch the wind and slow you down.  Instead, I recommended, wear a few layers to trap the heat. I was wrong.  I have never seen anything like this. … Most races would have canceled or delayed in the face of this type of weather.  Not Boston.  This type of weather at Chicago would have resulted in a humanitarian crises on the scale of an ill-timed tsunami rising out of Lake Michigan.  This weather at New York would have driven the runners and spectators into emergency shelters. Not the Boston Marathon.  This old dame of a foot race has been continuously pitting the best runners in the world against each other for  122 years.  This race is part of our cultural fabric.  It’s special.  We don’t stop for weather.  It’s too important to us to stop for anything.  I remember emailing Dave McGillivray from a business trip in the days before the 2007 race as the Nor’easter bore down on New England.  I asked him if the reports were true, that they were considering canceling the race?  He responded matter of factly that he didn’t know about anybody else but he was going to be there.  It’s not bravado or false courage.  It’s a mindset that we are part of something bigger than ourselves.  The organization, the athletes, the cities and towns and the spectators are all in it together.  Together, on Monday, we all screwed up our grit and ran our race despite what wrath nature decided to unpack for us. The athletes who run Boston are not the type to give up.  They have earned the right to be there.  Either by qualifying or working to raise thousands of dollars.  This is not the one-and-done bucket list crowd.  This is a cohort of seasoned endurance athletes who have trained hard and long over many years to get here.  If they skipped runs for bad weather they would never have made it to the start in Hopkinton.  … For the first time ever I decided to skip the Athlete’s village in Hopkinton.  From past experience I knew it was going to be a mess.  Based on the reports I have from other runners it was like a medieval battlefield scene.  The athletic fields turned into ankle deep mud under the marching of 30,000 runners.  Athletes struggled to find shelter under the tents.  Some crawled under vehicles in the parking lot in an attempt to get out of the elements.  It was already raining and blowing hard as the day broke in Hopkinton.  The temperatures struggled to find 40 degrees.  There was no good place to be.  It was a mess.  There was no way to stay dry.  Waiting around to be called to the corrals runners started to accumulate a core temperature loss that would haunt them throughout the race.  The organization did the best they could but it was miserable and chaotic.  I avoided it.  My youngest daughter offered to drop me off in Hopkinton and I took the spectator bus downtown (instead of the athlete bus to the Village).  Seeing what the conditions would be, I took Eric’s offer of safe harbor at Betty’s place.  It’s a long story, a Boston story, and it goes like this…  A long time ago, a family from St. Louis owned a home in Hopkinton.  They started a tradition of hosting the visiting Missouri runners in that home.  Eventually that family from St. Louis sold the home to Betty’s Family.  They continued the tradition and this is where Eric, one of my running buddies, who is from St. Louis, has been sheltering before his Boston Marathons.  This year, Betty has sold the house and moved into a senior center, right next to the start.  She arranged to have the center’s hall open to the Missouri runners.  I joined a dozen or so gathered there in the warmth, replete with food and drink and good nature to wait for the start.  We didn’t know how lucky we were to have this safe harbor.  Around 10:30 Eric, another runner and I made our goodbyes and started walking to the corrals.  We walked out into the storm.  We were ostensibly in wave 3 corral 3 but were soon to find out that much of the rigorous Boston starting procedure had been blown out the window.  I made them stop at the big porta-potty farm on Main Street.  I took my dry race shoes, socks and hat out of their bag and wiggled into them in the cramped plastic box.  Ready to race.  I tossed the sweat pants, old shoes and ski hat to the volunteer who was stuffing soggy cast offs frantically into a rattling plastic bag. I have raced and run in all kinds of weather.  I generally know what to do and how to dress.  Monday I dressed for racing in a 35-40 degree rainy day.  I had trained in much colder weather.  I wasn’t expecting this day to be too cold, especially once we started racing and warmed up.  The only real risk was at the end of the race.  If we were forced to walk or slow down we might get chilled.  I dressed based on my experience from 19 previous Boston Marathons and 60+ marathons over the last 25 years.  And I was wrong. I wore a new pair of high-cut race shorts that I bought at the expo.  I have a rule of thumb, especially after a winter training campaign, 35 and above is shorts weather.  We were close to but above that line.  I slipped on a thin pair of calf sleeves in deference to possible wind chill and rain.  Calf sleeves are good compromise between shorts and tights if the weather is on the line and add additional protection against cramping on cold days.  For the top I added a layer to what I would usually wear.  I had a thin tech tee shirt that I had made into a tank by cutting off the sleeves as my base layer.  On top of that I wore a high-quality long sleeve tech tee I got from Asics for the 2014 NYC race and on top of that my Squannacook singlet with the bib number.  People forget that the bib number is waterproof and wind proof and helps keep your core warm.  Three layers plus the oversized bib should keep the core warm.  I wore a pair of tech gloves that were designed for this in-between type weather.  You wouldn’t want to wear these when the temps got below freezing but they usually work well in the in-between temps.  I topped it off with a simple Boston race hat from 2017.  That’s the same scheme I’ve used in countless 35-40 degree rainy runs. I was wrong. Mentally I was prepared.  I’ve been doing this too long to worry about things I can’t change.  I was happy to not have another hot year.  I had had a decent training cycle and my fitness was good.  I had avoided injury except for a minor niggle in my high left hamstring.  I was ready to race.  I slept well.  I was ready to respect Boston. I was wrong.  This was a different thing.  This was different than anything I had ever raced in.  … 65 seconds.  That’s how long Eric said it took me to poop at mile 9.  I knew those porta-potties were there in the parking lot across from the reservoir.  I have used them in previous years.  I told Eric I wanted to stop.  We had come to the conclusion that today wasn’t the best racing weather by that point.  We had been holding race pace fairly consistently up to that point down out of Hopkinton and into the flats of Ashland and Natick.  I didn’t feel horrible, but I didn’t feel great either.  I was worried about spending too much and getting caught at the end.  My effort level was good, but a little high.  My heart rate was good.  But I weirdly felt like I was burning energy faster than normal.  I could feel the energy I was expending fighting the storm.  Our ability to draft had been minimalized.  With the gusting wind and driving rain runners were having trouble staying in their lanes.  Even if you could get on someone’s shoulder that just meant you were in the wettest part of the road.  The runners you were trying to draft stuck to the dry crown of the road and in order to get into their shadow you had to run in the water filled wheel paths.  Even a veteran like me, who knows the course, couldn’t make good tangent decisions as runners weaved and wobbled in the storm.  My watch says I ran an extra ¼ mile.  People were running in all kinds of rain gear in an attempt to stay the effect of the tempest.  Shoes wrapped in bags tied at the ankles, runners clutching space blanket fragments, trash bags, ponchos and even shower caps that they had stolen from their hotels.  All bets were off. I wanted to slow down and drop off of race pace to conserve energy I knew a forced break was a good psychological way of doing this.  Anyone who has raced with me knows that I will keep repeating things like “we have to back it off” but for some reason struggle to put this sentiment into execution.  A potty break would be a good reset. Once we had the race monkey off our backs Eric and I settled into a reasonable pace and looked up ahead to anticipate the girls and the hills.  I wasn’t feeling great but it wasn’t critical.  I didn’t really know if I needed to be drinking more or how nutrition should work in this weather.  I told Eric it was now a fun run and he said “Anything under four hours is good”. We ran on through Natick and Framingham.  Eric turned to me and asked, was that the ½?  I said I think it was.  They hadn’t put up the arch that has been there in recent years due to the wind and we almost missed it.  Eric kept marveling at the spectators.  He kept repeating ‘these people are the real story’.  He was amazed that they were still out in force lining the course and cheering.  The spectators at Boston take it as seriously as the runners.  If I could turn my head in the final miles I would see the incongruent, multi-colored sea of umbrellas lining the. route  The spectators at Boston are not spectators, they are partners, or rather part owners, with the athletes.  Coming down the hill out of Hopkinton there were a couple of kids in bathing suits frolicking in a front yard.  One guy was wearing a mask and snorkel.  There are countless stories of spectators tying shoes and helping runners with food and nutrition when the athletes hands were too cold to work anymore.  One out of town runner, in a fit of hypothermia went to the crowd looking for a spare rain poncho and got the nice LL Bean rain coat freely off a mans back so he could finish the race.  In some ways it reminded me of 2013 when the people of Boston came together to help each other overcome adversity.  It’s been five years but our spirit is still Boston Strong.  We ran on through to Wellesley staying on a good pace but trying to recover enough for the hills.  Other years you can hear the girls at Wellesley College screaming from a mile away.  This year the hard rain damped the sound until we were almost on top pf them.  They were out there.  They were hanging over their fence imploring the shivering runners with kisses and high-fives.  Eric and I ran through smiling as always.  Even though my energy was low I drifted over and slapped as many wet hands as I could.  … Coming into mile 15 some combination of our slower pace and the increasing ferocity of the storm started to get the better of me.  I could feel my core temperature dropping.  I was working but I couldn’t keep up.  How did this happen?  How could someone with my experience get it wrong?  Why was this different from any other cold rain run?  It was, in a sense, the perfect storm.  The perfect combination of physics, fluid dynamics and temperature conspired to create a near perfect heat sink for the runners.  The wind, on its own, was just a strong wind.  The rain on its own was just a hard rain.  The temperature on its own was just another spring day.  But the combination pulled heat out of your body faster than you could make more. The volume of rain driven by the winds penetrated through my hat and washed the heat from my head.  The same cold rain drove through the three layers of my shirts and washed the heat from my core.  My gloves filled with cold water and my hands went numb.  When I made a fist water would pour out like squeezing a wet sponge.  The rain and wind was constant but would also come in big waves.  We’d be running along and a surge in the storm would knock us sideways or backwards like being surprised by a maniac with a water cannon.  I would stumble and lean into it and mutter “Holy shit storm!” or “Holy Cow Bells!” Really just to recognize and put words on the abuse.  The wind was directly in our faces.  The rain was directly in our faces.  The whole time.  We never got out of it.  There would be lulls but then it would return with one of those smack-you-in-the-face hose downs.  My shoulder and back muscles were sore from leaning into it.  I was having difficulty drinking from my bottle because I couldn’t squeeze my hand hard enough.  I resorted to holding it between two hands and pushing together between them.  People reported not having the hand strength to take their nutrition or even pull their shorts up after a potty stop.  I was starting to go hypothermic and my mind searched for a plan.  Eric knew I was struggling.  I started scanning the road for discarded gear I could use.  The entire length of the course was strewn with gear.  I saw expensive gloves and hats and coats of all descriptions.  We passed by an expensive fuel belt at one point that someone had given up on.  Eric knew I was suffering and I told him I was going to grab a discarded poncho if I could find one.  As if on cue a crumpled orange poncho came into view on the sidewalk to our left and I stopped to retrieve it.  Eric helped me wriggle into it.  It was rather tight, and that was a good thing.  It was probably a woman’s.  It clung tightly to my torso and had a small hood that captured my head and hat without much luffing in the wind.  It's at this point that Eric says I was a new man.  I may not have been a new man but the poncho trapped enough heat to reverse the hypothermia and we got back to work.  By now we were running down into Newton Lower Falls and looking up, over the highway at the Hills.  Eric said, “We’re not walking the hills.” I said, “OK” and we were all business.  We slowed down but we kept moving through the first hill.  I focused not on running but on falling. Falling forward and catching myself with my feet.  Hips forward.  Lift and place the foot.  Not running just falling. The hood of the poncho was narrow.  I had an enforced tunnel vision, but it was somehow comforting, like a blinders on a race horse.  I could see Eric’s blue shoes appear now and then on my right, or on my left.  I settled into my own, little, six-inch oval of reality and worked through the hills.  Other runners would cross my field of vision and I’d bump through them.  I was in the groove.  I don’t know why but people’s pacing was all over the place during the race.  It might have been the wind or the hypothermia addled brains but they were weaving all over the road.  I had to slam on my brakes for random stoppages the entire race.  Eventually I just ran through them as best I could.  I didn’t have the energy to stop.  This kind of behavior is unusual at Boston in the seeded corrals, but the whole day was unusual. I think the relative chaos of the start may have had something to do with it. When we got to the corrals they had ceased worrying about protocol and were just waving runners through.  If you wanted to bandit Boston this year or cheat, Monday would have been the day to do it.  But you also might have died in the process, so there’s that.  We got through the chutes and over the start mats without any formal starting ceremony.  The flood gates were open, so to speak.  Because of this I think the pacing was a bit strange at the start and we passed a lot of people.  I was racing and Eric was doing his best to hold me back.  We chewed through the downhill section of the course with gusto.  Given the conditions we were probably too fast, but not suicidal.  Both of us have run Boston enough times to be smart every once in a while.  We were holding a qualifying pace fairly well and trying to draft where we could.  Eric had to pull off and have someone tie his shoe but I stayed in my lane and he caught up.  We rolled through the storm this way until I realized this was not a day to race and we had to conserve our energy if we wanted to finish.  We metered our efforts and this budgeting process culminated in the voluntary pit stop at mile 9. … In Newton between the hills we’d focus on pulling back and recovering enough for the next one.  Eric had a friend volunteering at mile 19 who we stopped to say ‘hi’ to.  We were slow but we were moving forward.  We reached a point of stasis.  Every now and then Eric would pull out his video camera and try to capture the moment.  I was thinking sarcastically to myself how wonderful it would be to have video of my tired, wet self hunched inside the poncho like a soggy Quasimodo. I had brought a bottle of a new electrolyte drink called F2C with me.  It was ok but because of the cold I wasn’t drinking much.  I knew my hands couldn’t get to the Endurolytes in my shorts pocket.  I had enough sense to worry about keeping the cramps away.  I managed to choke down a few of the Cliff Gels they had on the course just to get some calories, and hopefully some electrolytes.  Eric and I continued to drive through the hills.  I miss-counted and thought we’d missed HeartBreak in the Bedlam.  With the thinner crowds I could see the contours of the course and knew we had one more big one before the ride down into Boston.  We successfully navigated through the rain up Heartbreak and Eric made a joke about there being no inspirational chalk drawings on the road this year.  Eric was happy.  He had wrecked himself on the hills in previous races and my slow, steady progress had helped him meter himself.  With those ultra-marathon trained legs he was now ready to celebrate and took off down the hill.  I tried my best to stay with him but the hamstring pull in my left leg constrained my leg extension and it hurt a bit.  I was happy to jog it in but he still had juice.  I told him to run his race, I’d be ok, secretly wishing he’d go so I could take some walk breaks without a witness, but he refused.  He said “We started this together and we’re going to finish together.”  OK Buddy, but I’m not running any faster.  I watched his tall yellow frame pull ahead a few meters though the last 10K, but he would always pull up and wait for me to grind on through. And so we ground out against the storm and into the rain and wind blasts through the final miles.  In my mind I never once thought, “This is terrible!” or “This bad weather is ruining my race!”  All I was thinking is how great it was to get to be a part of something so epic that we would be talking about for years to come.  The glory points we notched for running this one, for surviving it and for doing decently well considering – that far outweighed any whining about the weather. This type of thing brings out the best in people.  It brought out the grit in me and the other finishers.  It brought out the challenges for those 2700 or so people who were forced to seek medical treatment.  That’s about 10% of those who started.  It brought out the best in Desi Linden who gutted out a 2:39 to be the first American winner 33 years.  In fact it brought out the best in the next 5 female finishers, all of whom were relative unkowns.  The top 7 women were 6 Americans and one 41 year old Canadian who came in 3rd.  No East Africans to be seen.  The day brought out the best in Yuki Kawauchi from Japan who ground past Kenyan champ Geoffrey Kirui in the final miles.  It was an epic day for epic athletes and I am glad to have been a part of it.  I am grateful that this sport continues to surprise me and teach me and humble me.  I am full of gratitude to be part of this race that pushes us so hard to be better athletes, to earn the right to join our heroes on this course.  I am humbled to have friends in this community, like Eric, who can be my wing men (and wing-ladies) when the storms come. I am thankful for that day in 1997 when a high school buddy said, “Hey, why don’t we run the marathon?”  Those 524 miles of Boston over the last 20 years hold a lot of memories.  This race has changed me for the better and I’m thankful for the opportunity.

In an emergency (room) edition, (Dr.) Jared Weiss breaks down the Kyrie Irving injury/infection/procedure that will shockingly force him to miss the next 4-5 years and thus the season. The listeners/readers take over, offering their thoughts, hope and despair on a season (that was?). Is it over yet? It'll be up to a newly-tightened roster, since certain members of the team won't be joining Boston in the playoffs, as Weiss notes. We also introduce a new signee, who will hope to be Irving-esqe for four games. Want to be on the next show? Voicemail us at 978-595-1744.

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Following NC State's 17-14 win over Boston College, Editor R. Cory Smith breaks down the Wolfpack's seventh victory of the year, players of the games and more in this week's postgame podcast from Chestnut Hill.

10 years ago Kevin Garnett was traded to the Celtics and a new era of excitement and prominence lasts to this day. Bobby and Keith look back at that day, draw parallels to Marcus Smart, preview Daniel Theis' impact on the Celtics and have a discussion on if KG's Boston trade ushered in the era of super-teams. Intro 0:00-3:00 Kevin Garnett 3:00-17:35 Marcus Smart 17:35-28:20 Restricted Free Agency 28:20-33:00 Daniel Theis 33:00-37:49 Big 3 influence 37:56-46:00 Be part of The Banners Broadcast by sending us Celtics voicemails at 978-595-1744

Om Julien, pending UFA:s och de senaste ryktena kring ligan.

Om Julien, pending UFA:s och de senaste ryktena kring ligan.

Om Julien, pending UFA:s och de senaste ryktena kring ligan.

Brain Burps About Books Podcast #231 A New Storytelling Form Brings History to Life An Interview with Author Entrepreneur Sarah Towle Announcements Picture Book Summit will be October 3rd! Text 33444 and enter the code PBSKATIE to get on the early bird list or go HERE to sign up. You don't want to miss this! Meet our podcast guests in our the Brain Burps About Book Podcast Group: www.katiedavis.com/podcastgroup. Come get your questions answered! Appearances Join me! I'm speaking at Podcast Boston on June 13th. This Week's Guest is Sarah Towle! This week’s guest is Sarah Towle. In 2009, Sarah Towle realized that the "book" she was writing was not yet destined for print, but would make a series of killer interactive apps. From that moment, she began building Time Traveler Tours, a start-up developer and publisher of mobile StoryApp iTineraries targeting educational tourism. More recently, with the introduction of digital authoring tools, Sarah also founded Time Traveler Tales, an imprint dedicated to publishing story-based interactive histories for tablet devices for the school and library markets. Sarah and I talk about Educational Tourism for Teens: In the Footsteps of Giants. The making of the David. Time Travelers Tours and Tales – her new digital imprint. Author Mary Hoffman and her Stravaganza series and Amazing Grace. What happens when your idea is 5-10 years ahead of the industry. Why her first app will never be a financial success even though it was critical success. Who created the app Beware Madame la Guillotine, A Revolutionary Tour of Paris. Being an iBook author. What a UX designer is and why you need one if you are designing an app. How she created Madame la Guillotine to be used in the classroom. Why a Kickstarter campaign isn't just about raising money. How you can submit your idea for the next Time Travelers Tours & Tales story. How you can find her Kickstarter campaign and be a part of history!

Brain Burps About Books Podcast #230 How to Beat Your Competitors in a Google Search An Interview with Lindsey Anderson Announcements Find out the First Five Ways to Build Your Author Platform and be the first to get notified when the How to Create Your Author Platform course opens again. CLICK HERE to get started. Meet our podcast guests in our the Brain Burps About Book Podcast Group: www.katiedavis.com/podcastgroup. Come get your questions answered! Appearances Join me! I'm speaking at Podcast Boston on June 13th. This Week's Guest is Lindsey Anderson! This week’s guest is Lindsey Anderson. Lindsey is a web strategy expert working with small business owners to help them grow their businesses. She is the founder and CEO of two companies; Web Impakt, a successful web development company, and Lindsey’s Web, an online resource for small business owners to learn about ranking on search engines, newsletters, analytics, social media, pay-per-click ads, websites, blogging, and the list goes on. She knows how to utilize web technologies to help small business owners achieve their dreams. Lindsey and I talk about Why www.webimpakt.com is spelled with a "k". What free resources you can find at www.lindseysweb.com. The benefits of working from home. Search Engine Optimization (SEO). How content is king! Why you should write three blog posts per week. How important it is for your site to be mobile friendly. Responsive web design. How to beat your competitors in a Google search. How to get a free website review from Lindsey. Where to sign up for her Facebook Marketing Webinar.

Brain Burps About Books Podcast #229 Writers, Do You Have a Financial Mentor? An Interview with Todd Tresidder Announcements Find out the First Five Ways to Build Your Author Platform and be the first to get notified when the How to Create Your Author Platform course opens again. CLICK HERE to get started. Join the fun in the Brain Burps About Book Podcast Group: www.katiedavis.com/podcastgroup. I'll be offering extras, and sharing resources to help you grow and learn best practices. Why should you as a writer learn about video? Not only to market your books, but because reciprocity rocks: to help with charities near and dear to your heart. I was able to help my local Neighbor to Neighbor charity with this video, below. Appearances Join me! I'm speaking at Podcast Boston on June 13th. This Week's Guest is Todd Tresidder! This week’s guest is Todd Tresidder. Todd Tresidder is a financial coach at FinancialMentor.com. His unconventional take on worn financial topics has appeared in the Wall Street Journal, Investor’s Business Daily, Smart Money magazine, Yahoo Finance, and more. He’s authored 5 financial education books including How Much Money Do I Need To Retire?, Variable Annuity Pros and Cons, and the 4% Rule and Safe Withdrawal Rates In Retirement. Todd and I talk about Why every writer needs a platform - whether you are self-published or traditionally published. How books build relationships and relationships build businesses. Why you have to market your books. How writing the book is only a third of your job as an author. Building equity. How to compound your equity as a writer. Your books being your art. Expected Value Bets. How investing isn’t gambling. Roderick Russell, the Renaissance Man behind RemarkablyHuman.com. EventualMillionaire.com. How Todd and Pat Flynn help each other out.

Brain Burps About Books Podcast #228 How to Speak at Teacher Conferences An Interview with Teresa Funke Announcements Find out the First Five Ways to Build Your Author Platform and be on the first to be notified when How to Create Your Author Platform opens again.  CLICK HERE to get started. Join the fun in the Brain Burps About Book Podcast Group: www.katiedavis.com/podcastgroup. I'll be offering extras, and sharing resources to help you grow and learn best practices. Contributors Emily Wylie reviews Stacey Lee’s debut book Under a Painted Sky. Appearances Join me! I'm speaking at Podcast Boston on June 13th. I'm teaching Yale this summer on June 7th. (Yes, THAT Yale!) More information to come. This Week's Guest is Teresa Funke!   This week’s guest is Teresa Funke. Teresa embodies the modern artist/entrepreneur. She is the owner of Teresa Funke & Company and Victory House Press and the award-winning author of six novels for adults and children based on true stories from WWII. She is also a nationwide speaker offering keynotes and presentations and a popular writer’s coach and creativity coach. Visit Teresa's You Tube channel to watch her popular writing videos or to check out her playlist, "Great Ideas Giveaway," in which Teresa shares business ideas for artists and creatives that they can take and use in their own models. Teresa and I talk about Teresa's YouTube channel and she uses it go in depth teaching writing techniques. Coaching writers. Great Idea Giveaways. Dancing in Combat BootsDancing in Combat Boots. Kids skipping recess to hear Teresa talk. Her multicultural series for kids: Home Front Heroes The No-No Boys about Japanese Internment camps in WWII. V for Victory – Story of a Mexican American boy in WWII. Wave Me Goodbye - Jewish girl and an orphaned English boy become friends in WWII. Back matter included in Non-fiction makes it easier for teachers to use. Hired a retired teacher to develop lesson plans and curriculum guides Speaking at teacher conferences. Do you pay to attend the conference you want to speak at? How she was at the beginning of the self-publishing trend. Getting books in museum gift shops. Book covers and how to design them. Teresa's Burst of Brillance for a Creative Life.

Brain Burps About Books Podcast #227 Defining Magical Realism An Interview with Laura Ruby Announcements The launch of How to Create Your Author Platform (and Market Your Books without Being Pushy) went great, the students are awesome. The course is wait listed but you can CLICK HERE to be notified as soon as it opens sign up. Plus you'll get 5 things you can do today to start your platform before you even get in the class. Join the fun in the Brain Burps About Book Podcast Group: www.katiedavis.com/podcastgroup. I'll be offering extras, and sharing resources to help you  grow and learn best practices. Appearances I'm speaking at Podcast Boston on June 13th. I'm teaching Yale this summer. (Yes, THAT Yale!) Date to be determined - I'll let you know as soon as I know! This Week's Guest is Laura Ruby! This week’s guest is Laura Ruby. Laura is one of my BFF's and she also writes fiction for adults, teens and children. She is the author of the newly-released YA novel BONE GAP*, as well as the Edgar-nominated children's mystery LILY'S GHOSTS, the ALA Quick Pick for teens GOOD GIRLS (2006), a collection of interconnected short stories about blended families for adults, I'M NOT JULIA ROBERTS (2007), and the forthcoming middle-grade trilogy YORK. She is on the faculty of Hamline University's Masters in Writing for Children Program. She makes her home in the Chicago area. Laura and I talk about We talk about bees and their relationship to gender issues. Animals: magical and otherwise. The way we see the people we love. How Laura names her characters. How many words do you need for a novel? How does Laura edit? What is magical realism and what is Laura Ruby’s definition of it? Helen Oyeyemi, author of Boy, Snow, Bird: A Novel Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma * I did receive a free advanced copy of BONE GAP and I am happy to call Laura Ruby my friend.

Shortly after the Boston College/Syracuse game wraps up, John is joined by Dan and Jared to talk about what we saw and prep for the upcoming disaster vs. Duke. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, we talk with Stephen Warley, Co-Host of the UnStuckable podcast in Boston, MA. Stephen shares daily inspiration and life changing habilts while they interview people who have gotten themselves unstuck, found their own path, and work on their own terms. He interviews experts to discuss how to achieve the freedom you desire and the stability you crave. Stephen shares his insights to getting unstuck, including career transitions, the positive side to being stuck, and why you shouldn't quit your job. Listen and learn more! If you've enjoyed the program today, be sure to subscribe to the Copeland Coaching Podcast on iTunes or Stitcher to ensure you never miss an episode! To learn more about Angela and Copeland Coaching, visit her website at www.CopelandCoaching.com. To learn more about Stephen's podcast, visit the UnStuckable website at www.unstuckable.co. To hear the interview with Jennifer Idol that was discussed during the podcast, visit the UnStuckable website at: http://unstuckable.co/episode-131-align-your-different-passions-toward-one-goal-like-jennifer-idol.

Tom discusses the bombing at the Boston Marathon, some thoughts on bring prepared for a catastrophic event, and more.