So I was watching the Boston Marathon highlights this past week and was amazed at the times of the winning male and female runners. Incredible, would be the actual word to describe the speed and fitness of these athletes. I texted back and forth with my friend Mary Jo Neff, and we had a lot of laughs about our crew from North Park who ran, and also of our fearless leader Hot Harry Kirsch. Harry was a Marine and always organized the marathon trips to Boston and the Marine Corps Marathon in DC. Lots of people were part of Hot Harry’s North Park Runners and eventually made it to one or more marathons with Harry.

Harry always had names for everyone. Mary Jo and I laughed about that. Water Bottle Bob, Bushy Debbie, Big Nose Bill, Sad Bill, and a host of other names which would identify people who ran out of Stone Field. One day, Jack Mook, the police chief for Sewickley and a former city of Pittsburgh detective, came up to me and said,” Pat- how would you like to run the Boston Marathon?” ” I am injured and will not be able to run.” Being a cyclist who only ran in the winter, I was hesitant but then thought what the heck- and I answered in the affirmative. Jack said great and got me all the information I needed and I was off to start training to do something I had never done. I had not qualified but got the chance to run with Jack’s number. I wanted the experience and began a serious winter training program culminating in my 20 mile run around the lake in a raging snowstorm and missing a great day of skiing to do it.

Fast forward and I was on the plane with Les Brodie, Hot Harry, and Carl Trimbur who all would be my room mates for the event. Lots of people from North Park were in attendance and were experienced runners. I had run my fair share of 10K events ,but I was mostly a cyclist and a lot of the folks chuckled with my audacity to run one of the most famous marathons in the world. But I was excited and Les, Hot Harry and Carl made it special for me with tips and suggestions for the race. It was hard for Les to sleep so he made his way to the closet in the room because Harry snored like a chainsaw. Carl and I bunked in a queen bed with me on the edge so as not to come too close to Carl. Kind of weird but that was the arrangement that Harry made. We all had some laughs about that room especially when right after the marathon, the elevators broke down and we had to climb the stairs.

Moving on to the Nike expo, I stood in line to meet Joan Benoit Samuelson, the Olympic Marathon Champion, and truly wonderful person. So humble and unassuming, it turned out that we had a mutual friend – Jace Pasquale. Jace coached ski racing in New Hampshire, and knew Joan from her ski racing days. Joan was so interested in finding out how Jace was doing that we held up the line for quite some time- much to the chagrin of the people behind me. But Joan was so nice and all she wanted to talk about was our friend Jace. So cool to meet her and talk to her.

The morning of the race, I boarded the school bus to the starting line, and as we made our way from downtown Boston out 26 miles to the start at Hopkinton, I started to get a little nervous seeing that I was on that bus for what seemed to be an eternity. Wondering if I was going to be able to make it back. Turns out Sad Bill Schillinger was kind enough to run with me, and he gave me tips along the way like drinking something at every water stop and eating an orange slice or two when offered by the volunteers. He also told me to slow down as we came through Wellesley College to the throngs of college girls who came out annually to cheer on the runners. You could hear them from a mile away and I was so excited that Bill laughed and said ‘ slow down or you will be in trouble.” Those girls got me pumped and I was in a sprint on the campus thinking I was Frank Shorter. LOL!!

Fenway Park was close to the end, and I was hurting a little bit as I saw the famous Green Monster, but Bill assured me that we were almost finished and to give it one more big effort. We ran across the finish line in 3:17 which I thought was respectable for a rookie and when I think that today’s winners could go back to the hotel, take a shower, eat some lunch and come back out to greet us, it shows the respect I have for them. World class runners are amazing.

Walking down the stairs the next day was a challenge, and I had to walk backwards most of the way in the hotel and in the subway. I didn’t realize that the pounding your legs take running downhill after the Newton Hills would be so debilitating. The North Parkers were slightly impressed with my time after initially chuckling at me, and I did not embarrass Jack Neff. But perhaps the most amazing thing I learned about Hot Harry that weekend was how light he packed. He only carried a small running bag with an extra singlet, pair of running shorts and a toothbrush. That’s it. All the way from Pittsburgh to Boston and back. Harry was a true character, and we all miss him since his passing a few years ago.

Thinking this week of the fun times I had in Boston made me appreciate all the great people I have known through the years from our local park. We are all getting older, but have managed to somehow hold ourselves together with the occasional aches and pains, hip and knee replacements, and other age- related ailments. But, I have been very fortunate in that regard and trying to hang in for as long as I can. Like the really fast times of the champions this year at the marathon, times change in life too. Enjoy your people that you do things with and keep up the accountability for each other. There are no guarantees. Make the most of it. You will have a lot of good memories too, like I do. Long live Hot Harry’s North Park Runners. Thanks for reading.

“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead. I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” Phillipians 3:13-14 The runners verse,