My journey to a sub-3-hour marathon

A friend told me that breaking the 3-hour marathon mark can be underwhelming. It’s just a number, he said and once you get there, it’s possible to feel empty.

Bullshit! Yesterday, at 41 years of age, I ran a 2.57.04 marathon in Southern California and it felt like an achievement of a lifetime. Because it is. It’s something that will stay part of my identity for the rest of my life. I’m a quiet guy; I don’t even clap or cheer for my kids at their sporting events. But yesterday, crossing the finish line of the Long Beach marathon, I let out an ugly, primeval scream…