If I spent my year in Boston without running the Boston Marathon, only the most infamous of all marathons, I don't think I could live with myself.
I am not nearly fast enough to qualify for a number. At first I thought I'd run it as a bandit, one of the many people who try to run the race without an official number. Not only would this not be fair to the organizers or the people who paid their race entry fees to be there, my time would not be recorded and I would risk being thrown off the course.
So, I am determined to get an official number. My first try is through the Dana-Farber Marathon Challenge team. They have 500 numbers to give out to people willing to raise $3000 or more for cancer treatment and research. It's a competitive process. If that falls through, I found out about another worthwhile charity with a $2000 fundraising goal and an application deadline toward the end of October.
And if all else fails..... I'll buy someone's race number off of CraigsList. That's what one friend did last year.
I am back in Boston, and soon enough will be cooking again. Really. Enough laziness.
And, a happy new year to my Jewish friends and readers.