Guiding With Seoul: MABVI Travels to Korea

Kyle and Andrea running

Running in Seoul!

By Andrea Croak, Team Coordinator of MABVI’s Team With A Vision

Recently my coworker Kyle Robidoux invited me on a trip of a lifetime: to head to Seoul, Korea, for a few days and assist in presenting at the K-Sports Foundation’s inaugural 2016 International Guiderunner Conference. There, we would talk about how we at the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired (MABVI) manage our robust volunteer guide services, including MABVI’s 1:1 Volunteer Program; United in Stride, our online guide matching resource; and Team With A Vision, our running team made up of athletes who are blind and visually impaired, their sighted guides, and supporters.

With an opportunity like this, of course I said YES! Continue reading

Mike Wardian: Running Blindfolded for a Cause

Mike Wardian running blindfolded with Chad Carr guiding

Mike Wardian running blindfolded with Chad Carr guiding in preparation for the Blindfold Challenge at the BAA 5k (Photo credit: Rosa Evora / InsideTracker)

Post by Mike Wardian

“Don’t do it!”

This was the general reaction of many of my friends and family to my announcement that I was going to take part in the “Blindfold Challenge,” an annual event at the Boston Athletic Association (B.A.A.) 5k to raise funds and awareness for local organizations, where I would be running to support the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired (MABVI).

All I was thinking was “heck yeah,” but like with so many things, all my loved ones were just doing what they should do and looking out for me. I was just stoked and honored to be asked and thought less about getting hurt and more about what it would feel like, sound like, and how fast I could run without the use of my sight and dependent on another person to lead and guide me.

I had heard about the Blindfold Challenge when a buddy and fellow Ultrarunner named Kyle Rodiboux, who also works for MABVI, asked me to run it. I said “Sure!” We talked a bit about how it would work, who my guide would be (it turned out to be Chad Carr, who is a stud and a cool guy – thank you Chad!) and what I was expected to do. Continue reading

Poor Eyesight, Excellent Vision

Peter Alan Smith running the 1994 Boston Marathon for the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired

Peter Alan Smith running the 1994 Boston Marathon for the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired

Post by Peter Alan Smith

Peter Alan Smith holds an MBA from Harvard University and is a Trust Administrator for John Hancock, having worked there for almost 30 years. In addition, he currently teaches Risk Management at the College of Charleston’s School of Business and and serves as the Board Chairperson for the South Carolina Commission for the Blind.

Peter hasn’t let vision loss prevent him from pursuing the sports that he loves, including becoming a 1995 Paralympic silver medalist in tandem cycling. At the 1994 Boston Marathon, Peter competed on what would later become known as Team With A Vision with the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired (MABVI).

Hey there, my name is Peter Alan Smith. I’m also known around Charleston, South Carolina as the Midnight Golfer. That’s the title of my forthcoming book! But the story isn’t just about golf. It’s about joyfully overcoming many diverse obstacles. There will be more to come on that later on.

I ran my first Boston Marathon back in 1993; 23 years ago! I was subsequently recruited by what was then known as the first Nike/MAB Team – what is now called Team With A Vision – to run the 1994 Boston Marathon. I guess that makes me one of MABVI’s grizzled old veterans! I’m 57 now and run 5K’s, toodle around on my tandem, and litter golf courses with stray balls.

After completing the 1993 Boston Marathon, the L Street Running Club asked me to write an article for their newsletter about my experience at the event as a blind runner. So I am sharing it here following some further observations. Continue reading

Heather B. Armstrong: Why I’m Running on Team With A Vision

Heather B. Armstrong posing in a blue Team With A Vision shirt, flexing her right armPost by Heather B. Armstrong

Heather B. Armstrong is the founder of, one of the world’s most famous “Mommy Bloggers,” and a New York Times bestselling author. Forbes Magazine named Heather one of the 30 Most Influential Women in Media and Time Magazine twice named her blog as one of the top 25 in the world.

On April 18th, she will join Team With A Vision, which competes each year to raise funds and awareness for The Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired (MABVI), serving as a sighted guide for runner Simon Wheatcroft. This will be Heather’s first time as a sighted guide.

In this guest blog post, Heather talks about her motivations for joining this incredible team of athletes and supporting MABVI:

I’m thrilled to be joining Team With A Vision to help guide athlete Simon Wheatcroft to the Boston Marathon finish line, and equally grateful for what this responsibility means.

I started running in 2011 when I was invited to run the New York City Marathon—mind you, I had never run more than two miles in my entire life—and because I accepted the opportunity less than two months out from the race I was ill-prepared for what 26.2 miles can do to legs, arms, feet, and certain toenails. I broke my foot at mile 17, but I finished the race!

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Exercising My Soul as a Boston Marathon Guide for the Visually Impaired

By Dr. Vincent Hau, vitreoretinal physician and surgeon at the Kaiser Permanente Riverside Medical Center, California

Vincent Hau guiding Richard Hunter as they run the Boston Marathon

VIncent Hau guiding Richard Hunter at the Boston Marathon

Like most avid marathon runners, I’ve always dreamed of running the most prestigious marathon race in the world: the Boston Marathon. I first qualified when I was a medical student nearly 11 years ago, but was afraid of requesting time off from my third-year clinical rotations to run it. For the following 10 years I’ve always regretted never asking.

Since joining Kaiser Permanente, an institution that values an employee’s health and well-being via a strong work-life balance, I’ve been able to achieve qualifying for the Boston Marathon again. Ten years later, in 2014, I ran the post-bombing marathon in a personal record time and shared in showing the world how a terrorist act would never dissuade the spirit of our running community.

This year, after having to take nearly a half-year hiatus from training due to plantar fasciitis and Achilles tendonitis, I knew that in running Boston I would not get close to the time I achieved last year. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if I should be running at all, since I was still recovering and had run for only a couple of weekends prior. When I asked my orthopedic surgeon and physical therapist if I should run Boston, they answered with silence and that special smirk that implied they knew I would run it anyway if they said no. Continue reading

Gingham Style and Other Calico Dreams

Post by David McCord

David McCord in Arizona, as part of the year he ran in all 50 states

David McCord in Arizona, as part of the year he ran in all 50 states

Occasionally I have a thought. Usually when I announce this, my friends all scream and run for cover. My having a thought is like announcing the end of the Mayan Calendar; nothing good can come of it.

But in 2013, I ran my very first marathon: Boston. Boy, did I pick a year to run Boston! After the bombing occurred, I was stuck eight blocks from the finish line, my brain in a fog, hurting, unclear as to what was happening, trying to stand up for over an hour until we were told by the police, “Go home.”

I went home through back alleyways, since so many streets were closed due to the bombing. No finish. No medal. And it didn’t occur to me until the next day that maybe I could have opened my home to other runners who were visiting Boston, staying in hotels that they could not return to because their hotel was now a part of a crime scene.

A few months later, I had my “big thought”: When I return to the Boston Marathon next year, why not open my home to a visiting visually impaired runner? Continue reading

Meet this year’s Team With A Vision

Post and map by Steph Solis

Over 65 runners entered the Visually Impaired Division of the Boston Marathon this year, according to the Boston Athletic Association. Most of them will be running as part of Team With A Vision.

Team With A Vision has been running to raise funds and awareness for blind and visually impaired individuals for 21 years. This year’s team is the largest yet.

We’re bringing in runners from all over the country, as well as some from Canada. Some are champions, others are newcomers, but they’ve all spent the last several months preparing to meet at the starting line in Hopkinton.

Below is a map highlighting the runners from Team With A Vision, including those in the Visually Impaired Division and the Open Division. Click on the link to see each runner’s bio.

Getting to the finish line as a team

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Ed Rutkowski, runner 11618 on the left wearing sunglasses and fist-pumping, and Tim Paul, runner 16504, cross the finish line of the 2003 Boston Marathon.

This post was written by Ed Rutkowski, a 2003 sighted guide on Team With A Vision.

For me, running a marathon was an improbable undertaking. I didn’t expect I’d be running the Boston Marathon, much less after getting knee surgery and experiencing some vision loss. However, I eventually became a running guide for Team With A Vision in 2003.

I had already run the Boston Marathon when I came across a short newspaper article about Barbara Lischinsky, a blind woman who was running the marathon as part of Team With A Vision. Having undergoing retina repairs and cataract surgery in both eyes, I decided I would direct my running efforts at charities like MABVI. This inspired my Boston qualification run at Disney in January 2003, after which I received an invitation to be a running guide. Even more special, I learned that my partner would be Tim Paul, a 1976 graduate of Lyons Township High School in Illionis where I had graduated 10 years before!

I first met Tim on the Saturday before the race. We looped the shoestring between our fingers and went on a five-mile run.  Although this was my very first experience as a guide, Tim and I immediately fell into an easy rhythm and I quickly learned how to use the tether for direction— slack for left and tension for right. I have no explanation as to why guiding Tim with that simple shoestring, which I had never been introduced to until that first day, became almost immediately second nature to me.

I had few expectations, other than knowing that it would be Tim’s race and that I was there simply to facilitate it being the best race he could run. Tim adjusted to the course and his fatigue and then I adjusted to Tim. From that run, I recognized that finishing would be a challenge for Tim and me, but he seemed very confident and determined.

While I was constantly talking and encouraging Tim throughout the race, he said only one sentence to me over those final miles: “Only wimps walk.”  Indeed I guided Tim around numerous walkers.  Tim was pleased with his time at Boston.  And, for me, that was all that counted.

The day after the race, I had breakfast with Tim and four other visually impaired folks at the Sonesta Hotel in Cambridge where we stayed. That breakfast that was almost as memorable as the race itself. I was the only sighted individual at the table, so I read off the menu. Having two young daughters, that was not the first time I had done this, but I never had to repeat a thing. Everyone ordered from my first reading. Tim, who sat next to me, dropped his fork during the meal. I got up and retrieved a clean one from another table and told everyone what I was doing. A few minutes later, Tim dropped his folk again. I got up, retrieved another fork and told Tim that if he dropped this one that he was going to have to get on the floor and find it himself. That brought out a big laugh from everyone, including Tim.  Before that weekend, I would have never thought to joke with a blind person like that.

That marathon was the slowest of five Boston runs, but it was also the most rewarding. My years of running have ended, but my memories of TWAV will last forever. Indeed TWAV proved itself to be Boston Strong well before it became a universal saying.

Blind Athletes Gather at California International Marathon

Post written by Joshua Warren, MABVI Annual Giving Manager and Marathon Team Coordinator
Typically when someone hears that you’re running a marathon, their first question is “Why?” Why on earth would someone choose to run 26.2 miles? What motivates someone to travel across the country or around the world for that matter, to spend their day running up and down hills in totally unpredictable weather? I can’t speak for the rest of the running world, but this weekend’s California International Marathon (CIM), in Sacramento, confirmed my motivation for running and racing.

Three and a half years ago I laced up my first pair of running shoes. I was physically un-fit, incapable of running a mile, and a bachelor. Since then, I have dropped 45 pounds, run 12 marathons, met a number of amazing and talented new friends and athletes. Heck, I even married one of them! At this weekend’s California International Marathon, while shivering in a tent at the starting line, surrounded by friends, inspiring athletes, and selfless sighted guides, I realized that I run for the relationships.

As Annual Giving Manager at the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired (MABVI) and manager of Team With A Vision, MABVI’s Boston Marathon Team, I have been fortunate enough to have met some truly inspiring athletes over the years, many of whom are blind or visually impaired. Throughout the year we stay in touch with one another byway of Facebook and E-mail, but it is really only twice a year that we all meet at the same two running events, the Boston Marathon, and the United States Association of Blind Athletes‘ (USABA) National Marathon Championship, at the California International Marathon.
Here was my experience this weekend:

12:30 PM: After a short layover in Chicago, my plane touches down in Sacramento. It’s two days before the 2013 California International Marathon, and the atmosphere at the airport is electric. Everywhere you look, men and women of all shapes and sizes wearing warmup pants and track shoes are deboarding planes. Many carry backpacks or wear windbreakers donning the dates and insignias of previous races that they have presumably run, while others drag their wheeled luggage behind them with their race shoes strung over their shoulder. I traveled with Kyle Robidoux, Director of Volunteer & Support Group Services at MABVI. This is my second time running the CIM, and it’s Kyle’s first. As a visually impaired marathoner, this is also Kyle’s first time running a race where he’s not the lone blind athlete.

Kyle and I make our way down to the baggage claim, where we run into Stephanie Timmer and Bronwyn Funicello, two visually impaired runners easily identified by their running gear and white canes. Stephanie, a former U.S. Marine and decorated Paralympic athlete, and Bronwyn, a Canadian athlete and elected official, have both just arrived as well. We say hello, and set off to pick up our rental car to drive to the sports expo.

As we walk to the shuttle to take us to our car, Kyle and I realize that we haven’t escaped Boston’s cold December temperatures. In fact, sunny California is a few degrees colder than Boston.

On our way into the sports expo, we meet Mark Lucas and Ryan Ortiz, Executive Director and Assistant Executive Director of the USABA. For much of the marathon weekend, Mark and Ryan are the guys behind the scenes, arranging transportation for athletes, introducing donors to runners, coordinating with local vision related groups and making sure that everyone has what they need for Sunday’s marathon.

(From left) Kyle Robidoux, Aaron Scheides, Mark Lucas

(From left) Kyle Robidoux, Aaron Scheides, Mark Lucas

2:00 PM: Inside the expo, Kyle and I pick up our race packets which included our bibs, timing chips, important information about the weekend’s schedule, and our race shirts. We then head over to the USABA table to meet our friends Erich Manser and Richard Hunter.

As we near the table, we notice that a small crowd has gathered. Richard and Erich, two larger-than-life visually impaired athletes, are chatting with donors, runners, and friends about their involvement with the CIM. Erich, an accomplished runner, triathlete, Paralympic swimmer and fellow Massachusetts native, is nursing a knee injury and will be running on a relay team during Sunday’s event. Richard, a former U.S. Marine, Ironman triathlete, ultra-marathoner, and the man who built up the visually impaired division at the CIM to what it is today, is also recovering from an injury.

On July 5, 2013, Richard was riding his tandem bike, with friend and sighted guide Justin Waller, when a driver hit them head on. Richard awoke with his head on the lap of the car’s driver and half of his body pertruding fom the windshield of her Chevy. Suffering from massive lacerations, facial fractures, and a broken neck, Richard was life-flighted to the hospital. Now, just six months later, Richard is ready to toe the line and run.

3:30 PM: After the expo we drive to Richard’s house, where he and his wife Heidi are hosting a small group of runners and sighted guides. There we meet Steve Baskis, Cathy Champion, and Brad Snyder, all wounded warriors who lost their vision as a result of combat injuries. We also meet Danielle Zemola, an attorney and Delta Gamma Alumna who won a national essay contest to guide Brad during Sunday’s race. Also at Richard’s house is my good friend Aaron Scheidies, International Para-Triathlon Champion and Men’s Visually Impaired Division winner of the 2011 & 2012 California International Marathons and 2012 & 2013 Boston Marathons.
8:00 PM: Stuffed with Heidi’s homemade macaroni and cheese, chicken, and salad, and exhausted from our transcontinental flight, Kyle and I leave after dinner and head to Heidi’s mother’s house just a few miles away. Inga, who I stayed with while in Sacramento for last year’s race, is waiting by the door and greeted us with open arms. After catching up with Inga, Kyle and I catch up on our sleep. Today is just the first day of what is certain to be a very long weekend.
8:30 AM: Kyle and I wake to find a feast waiting for us on the dining room table. While we slept, Inga has been hard at work baking cinnamon rolls and fixing eggs, bacon, and a pot of coffee. After breakfast, and perhaps with a bit too much food in our bellies, we go in to downtown Sacramento to meet with other visually impaired runners and sighted guides for coffee.
At Starbucks we find Rachel Weeks, a visually impaired marathoner and Ironman triathlete, and her guide Kelly, along with paratriathlete and marathoner Michael Stone and his guide Brad. Much like last night’s dinner, and our impromptu meetings with other visually impaired runners and guides at the expo and the airport, this is one of the many opportunities throughout the weekend to meet with athletes face-to-face that I spend the entire year speaking to on the phone and on the computer. It’s great spending time speaking with Rachel. She tells me all about the new business that she and Kelly are starting, called The Living Athlete, which provides life coaching to athletes from all disciplines. She and I also talk about her game plan for Sunday’s race, and how she is going to achieve her 5 hour qualifying time for the 2014 Boston Marathon.
11:00 AM: Kelly, Rachel, Kyle and I head back to the sports expo, where we find Aaron signing autographs at the USABA table. Here we also catch up with Rose Sarkany, an accomplished visually impaired runner from Canada, and a few other runners and guides who are participating on the USABA’s various relay teams. After heckling Aaron for a few minutes, and having him sign an autograph for my wife, which reads, “To Josh Warren’s Better Half…”, our crew of runners and guides set off to find a sports bar where we can sit back, relax, and watch some college football.

Aaron Scheides stands by his image on tv

Aaron Scheides stands by his own image on tv

Watching college football with a group of friends who have varied visual abilities is perhaps one of the most interesting parts of the weekend for me. We find a table that has optimal lighting and an appropriate proximity to a big screen TV. Aaron, who is perhaps the biggest college football fan I’ve ever met, watches the game through a small pocket sized telescope, and on a few occasions consults with others at the table to confirm what’s happening on the field. Our group catches the attention of a few other sports fans at the bar, many of whom must wonder why our cheers are sometimes a few seconds behind the play or call on the field, and one guy who asks what Aaron is watching the game through.
4:30 PM: Our time relaxing and watching the game is short-lived and before long we’re back in the car and on our way to the USABA pre-race dinner. There, we find ourselves in a room surrounded by 33 blind and visually impaired runners, their sighted guides, friends, family, and many more supporters of the visually impaired athletic community. Mark Lucas of the USABA kicks off the event by introducing some of the runners who have traveled from as far away as Jordan and the Dominican Republic. After a very kind and deserved introduction, Mark passes the microphone off to Richard Hunter, who walks to the stage as everyone in the room stands and cheers. Richard thanks the event sponsors, introduces a few of the athletes in the room, and recounts the story of being hit by a car back in July and how many of the individuals in the room were his inspiration as he regained his strength and prepared to run this year’s CIM.
Dinner ends with runners and guides meeting to discuss logistics for Sunday’s race. This time also affords me the opportunity to see two friends who I hadn’t seen since the 2013 Boston Marathon, David Kuhn and Dan Berlin. Eventually, Kyle and I go back to Inga’s to rest up for the big day.
4:00 AM: The time to get up comes mighty early on Sunday. After a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of coffee, Kyle and I set off to meet the other USABA athletes and catch a bus to the starting line. When we arrive at the buses, it’s 28 degrees and there are two inches of snow on the roof of the bus. Coming from Boston and anticipating warmer weather here in California, Kyle and I both packed shorts to race in. We know we are in for a cold day.

Adrian (right) with guide

Adrian (right) with guide

The bus drops us off at the starting line, and we shuffle across slick icy streets to a tent that awaits us. Here, runners huddle for warmth, exchange handshakes and high fives, and continue our pre-race ritual of applying Vaseline to various body parts, cramming a few last minute calories, stretching, and queueing up songs our iPods. Under the tent I find my friend Adrian Broca, the athlete at the CIM with perhaps the most Boston Marathon medals under his belt. While some runners remove heavier layers leaving them clad only in thin layers of spandex, others, like me, add layers in preparation for the run. Luckily, Aaron and I are about the same size, and he lends me a spare pair of tights.
6:59:30 AM: The race director sounds the air-horn, and wheelchair division athletes begin their 26.2 mile trek to Sacramento. Thirty seconds later, the rest of us set off on the same path.
Out on the course the water stops are like ice rinks. Cold temperatures make for slick surfaces as 15,000 feet pound the pavement. Feeling unsteady on own my feet, I begin to worry about runners out on the course who have low or no vision. Having borrowed a pair of running tights from Aaron just before the start, I look at my watch and decide that he must have left some of his speed in the legs. I hit the half-way marker in one hour and thirty-three minutes and ten seconds. I am going way too fast, and I know that I can’t sustain this pace. As Sacramento nears, and as fatigue set in, my overall pace slows to eight minutes and fifteen seconds.

Kyle running his marathon

Kyle running his marathon

9:50 AM: Two hours and fifty minutes after the start of the race, the first visually impaired runner crosses the finish line, and shortly there after we are all reunited in front of the state’s capital building. More hugs, handshakes and high fives are exchanged, and everyone rallies behind the Visually Impaired Division’s winners, Aaron Scheidies, Adrian Broca, Matt Oliver, Stephanie Timmer and Rachel Weeks. Additional kudos are given to Kyle Robidoux, who set a new personal best, and Thomas Panek who along with Rachel qualified for the 2014 Boston Marathon.

3:00 PM: Our day ends with an awards ceremony where again we celebrate the accomplishments of all of the blind and visually impaired competitors and guides at the CIM. Medals are distributed, cash prizes doled out, hugs and goodbyes exchanged, and our muscles tight from a long day of running, we all limp our separate ways.
As I reflect on this weekend’s race, I anxiously await my next. Not so much for the run itself, but for the opportunity to respond to the question, “why,” with “for the relationships.” Over the last three and a half years, running has introduced me to some great friends, inspiring athletes, and an amazing wife. It has allowed me to explore new cities, towns, and countries, and it has given me a new lease on life.
The next big event for Visually Impaired marathoners is the 2014 Boston Marathon, scheduled for Monday, April 21, 2014. I hope to see you there!
If you’d like to be involved with the 2014 Team With A Vision, please e-mail Joshua Warren at

Two men, one vision: A running guide’s account of the Boston Marathon

Introducing Team With A Vision member Ray Charbonneau…   

The 2013 Boston Marathon was my 22nd marathon and my fifth Boston. This time I didn’t have a number. Instead, I ran with race bibs pinned front and back, reading:

Picture of Ray's Bib reading "Guide Blind Runner"

I ran as the guide for visually-impaired runner Mike. Mike’s sight is limited to a narrow window directly ahead of him, a condition called retinitis pigmentosa. We ran tethered together, holding on to opposite ends of a necktie Mike had borrowed for the occasion.

We spent the first mile slowly picking our way through the thick crowds while we worked out the details. The tether worked better if there wasn’t a lot of slack, so we ran side-by-side with less than a foot between us. That meant we bumped arms frequently, but the contact helped us keep track of each other’s location.

Once we had a little room, Mike starting turning in sub-9 minute miles, well under the 9:40s he’d need to finish at his stated goal of 4:15. We were passing people more often than we were being passed, so I was constantly scanning the runners ahead of us, looking for spaces wide enough for two people to fit through. When I saw something, I’d call out the direction and either tug on the tie or give Mike’s arm a nudge. When we were lined up properly, I’d say okay, give the opposite signal to stop our sideways motion, and we’d move through the gap.

Runners with guides at the marathonAs we got more comfortable running together, we got a little more aggressive. Sometimes Mike would see a gap ahead of him and he’d go for it, but since his field of vision was narrow, he wouldn’t realize that the gap wasn’t quite wide enough for the two of us. There were a few times I had to hold him back, but for the most part I just fell into line behind him until we made it through. Then I’d accelerate to get back to his side.

Once I realized Mike wanted to go for it, I started leading him through those gaps, darting into his field of vision and calling, “Follow me!” We’d shoot through, I’d slow down for a few steps so he could get back to my side, and then I’d start looking for the next gap.

Mike only had two collisions, both early in the race when runners directly ahead of us decided to stop suddenly. The first person was just oblivious (and wearing headphones), while the second had stopped to pick up a sweatband that another runner had discarded. In both cases Mike let me know he was okay and we got right back on track.

It was a warm spring day, and it got warmer as the race went on. By the time we reached Wellesley, I was sweating profusely and I had to throw water in my face to rinse the salt out of my eyes. Even Mike, used to the warmer weather in Texas, was getting a little too hot.

Luckily, a cool sea breeze started to provide some relief as we approached the Newton hills. All of Mike’s previous marathons were on flat courses, so the series of four hills in Newton between mile 17 and 21 would be a big challenge for him.

We rolled up the first two hills, passed the Johnny Kelly statue, and climbed the third hill. When we reached the top, I told Mike that the worst of it was over. Then we hit Heartbreak, which looked to Mike, “like a wall of people on a giant escalator.” Halfway up he was struggling, but he had enough breath to complain that I’d said this would be “just a bump.” I cheerfully admitted that I might have lied.

Once he crested Heartbreak, Mike sped up again, determined to finish strong. Whenever there was some space, he’d jump ahead, forcing me to accelerate to catch up. I was starting to get tired. Each time I had to break into a run to chase Mike down, in the back of my mind I wondered if I could do it. Happily, I answered the call every time.

As we zoomed along, we caught up with a slower woman runner so quickly that I didn’t have time to decide whether to go to the left or to the right. Instead, I shouted, “Up!” By this time we were working so well together that we both instantly raised our arms, split, and went around her on either side, our arms still connected by the necktie passing cleanly over her head. As Mike noted later, it was a good thing she was short.

I was furiously doing math in my head as we ran.  At mile 24. I realized that if we were able to finish strong, we might just sneak in in under four hours. Mike somehow increased his effort to meet the challenge.

Then we turned right on Hereford, left on Boylston, and Mike sensed the finish. He found a clear path down the middleRay and Mike running together of the road and charged for the line with me running alongside, struggling to keep up. Unfortunately, the reason there was a clear path was because there was a large group of cameramen in the center of the road. Most runners went to one side or the other to avoid them but Mike crashed right through with me trailing behind, thankful that we didn’t hit anything.

Mike crossed the line with a chip time of 3:58:47, placing him 11th in the Visually Impaired division.

This post was written by Ray Charbonneau

The 27th Mile Book CoverRay Charbonneau is the editor of The 27th Mile. The complete version of this article is included there, along with works from Amby Burfoot, Lawrence Block, Kathrine Switzer, and more runners who write. Proceeds from sales of The 27th Mile go to benefit The One Fund Boston. For more information, visit