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Word: miles (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...WORKOUTS officially began on Sunday, March 24, when I ran five miles, three times around the circuit from Newell Boathouse over Eliot and Larz Anderson Bridges back to the Boathouse. I had run, intermittently, distances like a mile or two throughout the year. I loved those five miles, but picked up blisters. Two days later I ran an energetic two miles or so, but blisters stopped me and kept me idle on Wednesday...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

Goals. I naturally had to have something to shoot for. I had averaged under 8 minutes per mile for 15 miles, but just aimed for breaking four hours. I also wanted to finish in the top half of the field off 900 starters. Never having run for a track team and in fact, never having been much of a jock, I was scared of the other runners. The Herald ran a picture of six members of the Harvard track team preparing for the race. How could I ever beat such professionals...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

...COURSE is downhill for 300 yards, and after the first quarter mile, I had a stitch, rare for me. Panic. I thought I was really losing big and wondered what the next 25 miles might bring. Soon, the stitch went away...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

...game. People along the route, some of them, seemed to be playing their own little game: fool the runners. They were a minority and meant well I think, but gave incorrect information on the distance we have covered. Somewhere out there I was sure I had done 15 miles and asked a cop as I went by him. "This is the 10-mile point," he said. This irritated me no end, and was to get worse...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

SOON I was clearly in Boston, the calf getting worse and my grimaces thrilling bystanders. Then some guy finally said, "Last mile." It was a lie, of course, but the race was undeniably nearing completion. The Prudential came closer and closer. Estimates by the crowd of distance remaining was all contradictory and more a handicap than a help. But they meant well...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

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