BOSTON — “In my dreams I am Kenyan.”
That slogan on a nearby runner’s shirt summed up the fantasy for many of us in the starting corral at the Boston Marathon on April 18.
A few more quick stretches, some nervous fidgeting, then a countdown. Finally the starter’s gun sent off thousands of runners, including 34 from Clark County, onto the 26.2 mile course.
Only in my dreams would I stride with the perpetually dominant Kenyans. For me and 99 percent of the 27,000 Boston runners, the only competition are the course and the clock.
With a goal of breaking 3 hours, I started on that pace of slightly under 7 minute miles as the course’s first few miles meandered downhill toward Boston. A bright sun warmed trees just starting to bud, a sharp contrast to the damp, dark drudgery of training during Clark County’s recent winter.