Tuesday, I turned 55. Funny, back in May, when I was surprised with my 3:47:42 personal best marathon at 54, that for purposes of qualifying for the Boston Marathon, I would be 55, advancing to the 55-59 age category for Boston by five days if I ran in the Steamtown Marathon on Oct. 10. That gives me a reasonable shot of achieving the qualifying time for that group: 3:45. Count those fives (three), my lucky number, along with 10, for October, or two fives.
On my birthday, My mother called 30 minutes to the date 55 years ago that I was born.
“Do you remember what happened just about 55 years ago?” my mother asked.
“No,” I said. “I know what you’re going to say but I don’t remember.”
“Well, I do,” she said.
