I would say Breakfast at Tiffany's, but really I didn't have breakfast at Tiffany's. Two weeks ago during the Cherry Tree run in Brooklyn, I had lent TB my Flyers jacket. I had yet to receive it back because she was in the process of moving apartments and so this weekend would be the perfect times to pick it up...also see her spankin new apartment. As architects (which we both are) we should appreciate each other's accompaniment and talk about this other than running…though, it always turns up to being just about running. So...after some breakfast, baking these really DRY cookies and some clean up, I decided to run up and get my jacket....because Chivalry is not DEAD! Which all ladies say that now days I guess because men don't treat ladies the way they should be treated...anyways, I was brought up with simple manners and I guess that is chivalrous. So...up 2nd avenue all the way from 18th to 119th streets...that’s 101 blocks and approximately 5 miles each way. Since I was just trying out my legs this week after a long layover the 10 mile trek was an absolute wrecking ball for disaster. This really was an enjoyable long weekend for running.
I entered Tiff’s place, which was a very modern, sheik place compared to the Spanish Harlem architecture and rubble outside. The architecture was super modern as I walk by the lobby area and then walk right into Tiff’s apartment…umm what just happened here? I just went from super modern to super contemporary and classical architecture. Man o man, Tiff is super classical as she was brought up from Norte Dame…which doesn’t say much, but it’s her architecture. Her apartment did have a country cozy feel to it though which was very nice and not as cold and slick like modernist are. I hear a beeping noise from her smoke detector…BEEP…BEEP…every minute or two…gosh that’s annoying! I decided to try to help her with her problem, although the paint cover was on and I pulled that right off. Then I pulled the smoke detector right off as well…opps! She was giving me the tour to her apartment and I am ruining her apartment! Great one B…
I continually laugh at all the jokes Tiff brings out as I try to put the damn smoke detector back on. Opps! Missed it…damn it…arg! Not high enough! My neck hurts! I give up! Ok…taking a break as I continue the tour around her apartment. 15-20 minutes later I give it another go…FINALLY! After a few pushing of the button to see if the smoke detector works and blasts of beeping…uh it was back on the ceiling…but the damn beeping was still going on! I really didn’t solve anything…it was a service blink and I guess it needed servicing. Oh wellz! I tried!
As we sit and chat over Gatorade and about the Boston Marathon…a whole hour passes us by…as we also punch list her apartment as architects do with all the little things that we can really see what the contractor or other architect was thinking in usable space to specifying out certain countertops to cabinets…we are very TYPE A people….and very meticulous about everything.
As my time came to an end, I said goodbye to Tiff as I had to leave to meet up with a good friend at a coffee shop…
Ahh…that was a fun 10 mile run to and fro Tiff’s place…
A lot has changed for the Boston Marathon since its first run in the spring of 1897. Today, what is certainly the oldest and most revered marathon in the country, perhaps the world, began as an ambitious vision by the Boston Athletic Association (BAA) founders, after witnessing the first-of-its-kind race at the 1896 Olympic Games in Athens, Greece.
The BAA officials designed the current course to match the original in Greece: a 25-mile hilly route culminating at a stadium, or the closest thing to a stadium that Boston had at the time, the 220-yard Irvington Street Oval.
At exactly 12:19 p.m., 18 men leaped from the starting line in front of Metcalf's Mill in Ashland (since 1924, the race has begun at Hopkinton Green). The starting official had no gun; he simply shouted "Go!" to start the BAA marathon.
In the early years, runners endured the narrow and dusty dirt roads winding their way to Boston. Today, of course, the roads are wide and paved.
Since the beginning of the Marathon, the starting line has been in flux, dictated by an often-repositioned finish line. In the marathon's third year, the BAA moved the finish line in front of its old clubhouse on the corner of Boylston and Exeter streets, site of the expanded portion of the Boston Public Library.
The starting line was pushed backward along Pleasant Street and onto High Street, where it rested on the Boston and Albany railroad bridge. The 22-foot wide bridge was more than adequate to handle the 17 starters that year.
By 1907, the bridge could not accommodate the 124 runners. Repairs that year closed the bridge, so the starting point was moved again, onto Union Street at Steven's Corner.
In 1924, the course was lengthened to 26 miles, 385 yards. With that change, the start left Ashland forever, moving up the road and across the town border into Hopkinton.
Next up...The Boston Marathon Course...