President’s Message – March 1992
March Means The Terrible Ten

The highlight of the February meeting was the surprise appearance of Mary Tyler, who had recently undergone spinal surgery. Welcome back Mary! 

March means the Terrible Ten! This, our premier road race, is our contribution to maintaining the traditions of New England road racing. A challenging distance over a tough course, run in rotten weather; that’s the way it used to be before racing became a boring stream of flat 10Ks. 

Dick Chesmore and Lonny Townley have done a masterful job staging this race each year, and they deserve our utmost support. So volunteer to help out. 

We have been striving to increase club participation in team events this year. In that regard I am happy to report we will be sending two men’s teams and (I hope) one women’s team to the Boylston 30K on March 6. If you have never run as a member of a team, I urge you to consider doing so. Future opportunities are the Vermont City Marathon Relay on May 24 and. the Lake Winnipesaukee Relay on September 19. 

There are certain dates in history, which remain indelibly impressed on the minds of those who lived through them. To those of us who were there, Feb. 6, 1992 will forevermore be remembered as “Sarah’s Revenge.” Sarah Kiritsis-Taylor, our past Treasurer held a host run from her new home in Natick that day. 

We had not seen Sarah for some time, as she and her husband have been preparing for the birth of their first child. 
Knowing how difficult it is to be around runners when injury prevents me from running, I found it particularly thoughtful of Sarah to host us, since she had been so long deprived of her usual training routines. Sarah smiled beatifically as she passed out the course maps, and urged us to hurry back for the wonderful baked goodies whose aromas were filling the house.

Being the day before a Grand Prix race, many opted for the easy six-mile course. About 48 minutes later, after climbing an outrageous set of hills, we checked the map and found we were roughly half way through the ”six mile loop”. The ensuing discussion of what the inability to trust a pregnant woman implied about the further decline of 
America as a world power, was both lively and informed. 

Everyone who made it back that day had their own fascinating story of how far out they were when they realized their predicament, and how they found the courage to make it back. Bob Smith, who chose the 10-mile course, hasn’t been sighted yet, but he’s an old trooper and there’s every reason to be optimistic. The morning ended with a magnificent feast in the kitchen. To her everlasting credit, Sarah got through the entire affair without ever breaking into a giggle. 

Art