So much happened in the last week that I'm going to bullet point them:
1. I saw Hamilton. It's as good as everyone says it is (and that I saw it on a Wednesday matinee with some understudies didn't change that). I can't stop talking about it. I don't think there's anything I can say that would add to the conversation about Hamilton except that a friend told me this weekend that it's the first thing he's seen me really excited about in a long time so: thanks Lin. If Parks & Rec and Hamilton are depression/grief kicking aids, I'm all for it (and therapy and running and…)
3. Speaking of running, I decided not to run the Broad Street Run on Sunday due to a mix of very still-store legs post-Wild Half, exhaustion, and maxing out my tolerance for crowds after back to back trips to Minneapolis and NYC. This was probably the closest to start time that I decided to pull out. I went to the expo and started picking what to wear and everything. As soon as I decided "no," I knew I made the right decision and didn't question it once. I also took a 1.5 hour nap on Sunday, so yeah I was tired.
3. I still have fluid in my ear. Being sick sucks. I'm going on almost a month now of not being 100%.
4. My summer is shaping up nicely, but I'm still not ready to share exactly what I'll be doing. Soooooooon!
"How I beat the heat when others didn't" for The New York Times. This little piece was in this week's running newsletter. Don't get it? You should! Sign up here – it's free! You'll get to read these short pieces from my running life that aren't quite enough for full articles, but (I hope) helpful anyway.
"Why gift cards are the new favorite target for fraud" for CIO.com
Jen Talks About Her Book
"Broad Street Run Do's and Don'ts" for Comcast Sports Net
What I'm Reading
In case you missed it, there was a big hullabaloo over the weekend over an attempt to break two hours in the marathon. I declined to write about it, so I didn't watch (also, it started at 11:45pm east coast time and I was tired, so I went to bed). While I think the idea is neat and talking about the limits of human performance (and doping's role in it) is not a bad thing, the whole thing looked a lot like Nike's version of Hollywood Canteen.
I bring the two-hour attempt because I just finished reading Two Hours by Ed Casear about just this. It came out in 2015, and he was at the event.
I had a really hard time with Two Hours because it has mistakes. Some are flubs that not many people would notice, like a big hole in the story about why the 1908 Olympic marathon was exactly 26.2 miles long, writing that someone ran the "Philadelphia half marathon" without clarifying which one (because there are two of about equal size here), and saying that running a sub-three hour marathon is not that difficult for club runners to do. Other errors are glaring. In his chapter about the history of the marathon, he wrote about how running started to become popular in the U.S. in the 1970s and that "running was no longer just a sport for skinny beatniks; it was a sport for everyone. And the marathon, once seen as the most daunting of challenges, opened its arms," after which he rolls right into the founding of the New York City Marathon.
That would be true if "everyone" meant just men. Women were banned from U.S. marathons until 1971. We weren't officially allowed to run the Boston Marathon until 1972, and we didn't have an Olympic Marathon until 1984. Later in the book, he calls Frank Shorter "America's last Olympic champion at the marathon distance." No, that would be Joan Benoit Samuelson in 1984. Shorter was 1972.
I get why the book focused on male runners because they're closer to the two-hour mark, but erasing women from the history of the marathon's popularity in the U.S. made me want to throw the book across the room. Representation matters. Women matter. We are part of this story (and in 2016 I argued that more women running democratized the sport for everyone in the U.S.), and we should have been in this book.
Bah. Anyway, now I'm on The Constant Gardner by John Le Carre. I hope I don't want to throw that one while reading it because it's a big book.
What I'm Watching
Not much – other than Hamilton, of course.