Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Hopping Down The Bunny Trail




     Easter Sunday of 2020 has come and gone, and I've had some time to settle and think about my virtual Pittsburgh Marathon.  When everything began to come into play this year with the pandemic and Pittsburgh switching to a virtual option, I knew I would still find a way to run as well as continue to raise money and hopefully meet my goal for the Mario Lemieux Foundation.  The goal was to reach $2500, and once met, I would run dressed as a viking.  That soon changed.
(Video: rabbit on the go!)

     The majority of us have been stuck at home for over a month now, and some of us (myself included) have been out of work for a few weeks as well.  Because of these things it's been difficult to navigate through social media because of all the negative posts (among other things.)  Heck, even recently we've seen the posting of senior pictures in a show of support for the class of 2020.  There has been a lot of laughs and shared memories between parents and children, but as with social media, there has been a lot of  backlash from it as well.  But, why?  It seems that when it comes to negativity those sounds always seem to be the loudest, but I'm not here for any of that.  A few days ago I had mentioned how all I ever wanted to was to make people smile, laugh, and simply have a good time.  I truly do.  I decided then that no matter what I raised I was just going to go head and run my marathon dressed as a viking.  Well, that too soon changed.

Now entering McKees Rocks
     Our friend Amy had mentioned to Edyta, that since I was going to end up running on Easter, I should run dressed as a bunny.  Amy knows me all two well.  (That statement includes all of my friends, really.)  Once the bug is in my ear, it won't go away.  Just like that, no longer was I going to run the marathon as a viking, but instead I would run as a bunny.  Before I knew it, it was Easter Sunday, I was dressed to the nines in pink (including a loofah for a white fluffy tail,) and I was off on my 2020 Virtual Pittsburgh Marathon!

     As soon as I stepped outside, of course it would be raining, because why wouldn't it be?  That didn't keep my from running as it was supposed to stop and stay cool for the better part of the morning.  I altered my original route a bit because I didn't want to end up running a 50k (I almost did.)  It was also fairly early in the morning when I started so there were no funny looks for the first few miles.  But then I got into The Rocks where I heard yelling from behind.  "What in the **** are you doing?  Dude, what the ****?"  Great reaction from a bunch of teens in a car that probably should not be together at this point in time.  But, who am I to judge?  I'm a 47 year old man running a marathon in a pink bunny suit on Easter morning. They did take a couple of pics (who wouldn't) and I just kept doing my thing.  That was the end of the negative comments.

(Video: Bunny On The Island)

     As I started making my way down the back of Neville Island, the industrial side, the horn honking began.   It was like having the roaring crowd of Pittsburgh with me as I made my way to civilization.  Since the great Pittsburgh Bunny Hunt was on, I wondered how long it would be before I finally saw someone I knew.  It only took 6 miles and an hour, and our friend Dave went driving by taking pics, as well as cheering.  As I made may way through the Island I also bumped into some other friends (Sara and Danielle) who were also out hunting wabbits.

     I was running across the Neville Island Bridge into Coraopolis as I heard some more frantic horn honking.  It was my friend Mike who left the North Hills area just to witness the insanity.  Who could blame him?  I'm just glad he stayed at least 6 feet away! Most people prefer him that way anyway.  (Kidding Mike!)  We chatted a bit as I made my way to Montour Road in Coraopolis to head into Moon Township.  Let me tell you...not my best idea!  I mean, I've run that stretch of road before a couple of times, and voluntarily.  It's treacherous!  Just like milk on a hot summer day, this was a bad choice.  But if Pittsburgh was going to have Forbes, I figured I might as well endure Montour Road.  You'd think I would have the common sense to not run it again, but nope.  Fresh out of that!  My cup needed refilled years ago.  I was at approximately the same mileage point anyway.
     As I made my way up that hill past Our Lady of Sacred Heart, I heard some cheers from Molly and Dave who had just moved into a place there about a week ago.  They had an awesome aid station set up for me, and since I was about 11 miles in, I took them up on some of their nutrition, including the carrots.  Carrots at an aid station?  That's what's up doc!  Not gonna lie, it was probably the best one I've eaten.  I'm sure that was the mileage talking but who cares?  Carrots are yummy.  After I thanked them for the assist, further up the street was a friend from high school, John Arnold and his family also offering up some water.  I obliged.  The suit was starting to get a bit warm.

     I was hitting some of the tougher roads in Moon Township, and I decided to save some energy by walking some of the hills, but I didn't want to walk too much.  I also didn't want to get into my own head because I was about half way through my marathon and it's usually at this point where I start doing just that.  Thankfully, as it turned out, some more friends were waiting at the intersection of Thorn Run Road and Beaver Grade Road trying to get a look of some bunny running a marathon (see what I did there?)  They had more snacks there as well!  I stopped to chat for a few minutes, but made sure not to stop too long as I didn't want to stiffen up at all.  We talked about how long I had til the next "aid" station, and it was there that I knew I messed up my route.  If I was going to run home, I was in for an ultra kind of day.  I didn't really want to run a 50k, but it was turning into that.  Time to get my brain working on a back up plan.

     Running through Moon was a lot of fun.  I swear everyone that drove by me either honked their horn, slowed down to take a picture, or flat out pulled over to the side of the road to take one.  People were yelling "Happy Easter" from their car windows (including Dan from my band as well as his son Matthew) or simply thanking me for their morning smile.  I'm 16 miles in, 10 miles to go, and I was feeling really great!  Next stop was Bryan and Amy's "aid" station.

     As I made my way into that area of Moon, I ran into another friend from High School, Chris Lantzy, who was out for a morning jog of his own.  We were able to chat briefly, but I had to keep on trekking.  I heard music playing as I got close to B's house, but the closer I got, the more I heard the actual sound.  Not only was Bryan playing along, dressed like the Easter Bunny, but the jag Rick Rolled me!  I should have expected nothing less.  It was pretty funny.   Amy had plenty of great things at her aid station for me, and I took advantage of what she offered.  17.5 miles in, I needed the nutrition.  I also needed cut.
(Video: Rick Rolled)

     Now, I've had this suit for many years.  "A Christmas Story" is my all time favorite Christmas movie, so why wouldn't I have one?  However, it was getting hot and I still had just under 10 miles to go.  I had to be safe and take any needed precaution because it was starting to get very warm out.  So, as sad and heartbreaking as it was for me to do, I had Amy cut the legs and sleeves of my suit, turning it into a romper.  I swore you could hear taps playing in the distance.  But that was enough dilly dallying, it was time to go and I needed to keep moving!  As I left their area, I bumped into Chris again who offered some nutrition as well as another friend (Linda) offering water.   I felt I had all I needed to make it to the end and finish my race!

     I made my way down Shaffer road (even with the road closed to cars) where Edyta called me to see where I was going.  I had mentioned to Amy to have Edyta meet me at the Hassan Road spot on the Montour Trail, as I figured in my head that I would finish pretty much right there  Heck of a guess folks!  She said I was going the wrong way to get there but I assured her I would be OK.  I told her I loved her and I would see her in about an hour.
     I made my way down Route 51 where another running friend (Mickey) stopped for a quick picture and an offering of cookies, and I knew my finish line was just a few leg stretches away.  There were still plenty of horns being honked, pictures being snapped, and "Happy Easters" being tossed my way, but I was not done yet.  The heat was really picking up and I was at the Montour Trail head.  With less than 3 miles to go, the sky cleared and the sun was shining down on me.  It got really hot, really fast.  I finally had no choice by to drop my floppy ears.  It was a sad moment in time that went away the minute I saw my "finish line."  I could hear the cow bells and the cheers from Edyta who was joined by Molly and Dave once more (all socially distant.) I had to put the ears back up!  I started with ears a flopping and I was going to finish with ears a flopping! I was not quite done when I saw them so I had to do a quick up and back, but before doing so, I snagged a quick smooch from Edyta who assured me a beer was waiting for when I was done.

     I had less than mile left to run, and there were way more people on the trail than I thought there would be.  I did my best to avoid them at all costs, even running into the grass so that I was at least 6 feet from everyone.  Thankfully I wasn't going to be on the trail long.  Edyta met me at mile 26 so that I could do a shot for Bernie, and before I knew it, I was breaking the tape, beer in hand and all over my floppy ears.  My 5th Pittsburgh Marathon and 6th overall, was in the books.

The finish line is in sight!

(Video: Hop to the finish!)


     It's amazing.  A couple of years ago I thought to myself that there was something in the air, a buzz that made that second marathon feel extra special.  This year, even virtually, there was something in the air once more.  With all the horn honking and the impromptu aid and cheer stations, it truly felt like this was not a virtual race at all.  It felt like nothing had changed and I was running among the crowd of thousands upon thousands of people.  It was as if I was running the Pittsburgh Marathon the way it was meant to be run.  Not once did I try to tell myself that I was never doing this again.  Not once did I call myself crazy.  I've done that every year from mile 20 to 25, non stop.  Not this year.  This one just felt....it felt like something bigger than me or you.  It felt like it was something I needed to do for all of us.  The feeling was just surreal to me.  Even now, I'm still humbled and smiling as I type this.  At times it felt like I had just taken the world by storm (or maybe just Neville Island.  I'm not sure.)  But whatever I felt, I just plain felt good.  It was in part because of all of you.  Whether you were on the course or cheering from home, the energy that all of you had provided that day made this marathon my most memorable.  In fact, it made this marathon my favorite.  This wasn't just my marathon.  This was our marathon.  We were in this together, from a distance.  And that's the key here.  No matter the distance, we were in this together.  And for that, I thank you.

All done!
Sinceriously,

No...hoppily yours,

Chuck Hull, The Running Bunny Jedi. 

#teamlemieux #MOVEPittsburgh #rupgh #26miles26dediications #pittsburghbunnyhunt #SCRRSoloTogether

Time to begin





(Video: Bunny hopping through the Island Neighborhoods)







(Video: Montour Road, warning: possible language)






(Video: Running Down Beaver Grade Road/Thorn Run intersection)










I will finish running down this trail!



Edyta patiently awaiting my arrival.


I spy with my eye, something pink.











And here comes the finish!










(Video: .1 left)


Just a couple of notes:

- It may not have been a first place finish, but running through and breaking a tape was an incredible feeling.  Seeing others do the same thing has been a blast.

- When Bernie passed last year, Bryan and I did a shot at mile 26.  Mile 26 will always be Bernie's and I'm going to do a shot every time.  As soon as I did it, I looked at Edyta and said, "Oof, that did not go down well at all."  About 10 minutes later, the shot came back up.  And all I could hear was Bernie laughing calling me a you know what, but then give me hug.



























Thursday, April 2, 2020

Running Alone, Together: 26 Miles, 26 Dedications



     What a crazy year this is turning out to be.  The world has somewhat come to a stop because of a viral outbreak across the globe.  Some of us have lost our jobs, and pretty much all of us have been ordered to stay home and not go anywhere unless it's completely necessary.  This truly is something straight out of the movie.  (And too bad it's not Star Wars where I can have a working light saber. What could possibly go wrong?)  But, even in all this chaos if you will, there are still things that we can do such as go for a walk with our families, walk our dogs, and even go for a run.  Running is pretty much what is keeping me sane right now.

     The past few weeks have been a bit different in the running community.  We've seen a lot of our favorite events cancelled or rescheduled.   That, of course, includes The Pittsburgh Marathon.  The folks at P3R really do not have an option to reschedule, so they've given us the option to run the Pittsburgh Marathon virtually.  That means that we can run our 26.2 miles anywhere and anytime in the next few weeks, then submit our time to be uploaded.  We will then have officially run the 2020 Pittsburgh Marathon.  Not a bad deal, honestly.

     The best part about this is that I can run in different parts of the city.  It doesn't have to be the official Marathon route.  I could run to the South Hills and back like I did a few weeks ago. I could run to Coraopolis, into Moon, and then into Robinson.   I could run to my parent's house in Aliquippa and then take an Uber home (which would be kind of extreme.)  There are endless possibilities.  And to make it even more entertaining, I think I'm still going to run dressed as a viking (weather permitting.) What would be more fun than seeing some random dude running all over the place dressed as a viking?  Actually, I could think of plenty of other things, but in times like these, I just want to do what I can to keep a smile on everyone's faces.  And that brings me to this:  26 miles, 26 dedications.

Mile 1: Donna Koffler, Cy Clark, and Lou Majetic.  Keeping this mile 1 tradition alive.

Mile 2: Little Mamba, Gianna Bryant.   We all know of the accident involving Kobe and his daughter and it shook the sports world, as well as the rest of the world.  This young lady had a great life ahead of her, but she was tragically taken from her family.   I felt since she wore the number 2, mile 2 was a perfect fit.  RIP Gianna.

Mile 3: Mile 3 is going to three of my favorite Wheels, Wings, and Wishes buddies: Jimmy Spagnolo, Rebecca Shearer, and Marissa Trouerbach.  These three make our Wheels event every year, and as the day gets closer and we are not sure the event will take place, there's a good chance I won't get to see these kids this year.  It bums me out a lot.  So, I'm giving mile three to these three.

Mile 4: Louis Pugliese.  Louis was the uncle of our friend from the Make a Wish Foundation, Stephanie.  May he rest in peace.

Mile 5: Barbara Brennan.  Barbara is the aunt of one of our running friends, Marnie Sutch.  RIP Barbara.

Mile 6: Tom McCormick.  Tom was a Moon High graduate and friend to many of my friends.  I did not know Tom personally, but I do know how much he meant to everyone.  RIP Cap.
Rosario Trunzo

Mile 7: Tricia Miller Kosloski.  Tricia was a sister, and at time a mother figure to one of my old Circuit City supervisors, Nancy Shields.  May she rest in peace.

Mile 8: Rosario "Ross:" Trunzo.  Ross was the father of one of our high school friends, Caroline Trunzo Handrick.   May he rest in Peace.   I'm truly sorry for your loss Caroline.

Mile 9: Silvio Stella Mastroianni.  Silvio was Caroline's uncle.  May he, too, rest in peace.

Mile 10: Henrietta Eaton and Tom Leskovic.   Hentietta was the grandmother and Tom the uncle (brother and sister) of one of our pacers in SCRR, Jeff Eaton.  They had both passed this year and led full lives.  May they rest in peace.
our

Pete Thompson
Mile 11:  Pete Thompson.  Pete was another Moon High School graduate, class of '89.  Pete has passed away due to complications from ALS.  I did not know him personally, but knew of him.   A lot of my friends knew him very well, and played hockey with him for years.  I'm truly sorry for theirs and his family's loss.  RIP Pete.

Mile 12:  Tina Bober.  Tina is my buddy Mike's mom.   This one is for you Tina.

Mile 13: To my Polish Princess, Edyta.  She is a nurse and this is an even tougher time for her, doing what she does best, and afraid to bring something home to Zosia and I.  And, even with how busy she is, she's still finding the time to train for her marathon and stay well.  I love her with all my heart and her strength know no bounds.  Keep doing what you do best Princess.  I love you. (She knows.)

Mile 14: My mom.  My mom is a PTA assistant for UPMC, and she is working through all of this as well.  My mom just never stops.  And she never will.  I love you mom.

 
Karen (Miller) Ray
Mile 15: Karen (Miller) Ray.  Moon Class of '91.   Another that had left this world too soon.  She was always a nice and witty person growing up, always friendly.   I know that she is missed dearly by her friends and family.  RIP Karen.


Mile 16:  Virgilio Schipani.  Virgilio was my friend Lisa Richetti's uncle.  May he RIP.

Mile 17: Robert Hamstead.  Bob was the uncle of on my my best friends, David.   (Bro Namath.)  He had passed last year, and was an Air Force Vet.  May he RIP.

Mile 18: Michelle Fulk.   Michelle was the life long friend of one of our friends, Marla Gibson.  Another taken too soon, and may she RIP.

Mile 19: Maxine Germeyer.  Maxine was the mother of Barb Kress, and Aunt of Michael Ehman, two of our great friends that hung out at Jekyl And Hyde.  May she RIP.

Mile 20: Amanda Krinthinithis.   Amanda is the daughter of a high school classmate, George.  I wanted to pay tribute to her here, George.  I know the past few years have not been easy for her, but she's got her dad there for her every step of the way.

Ray on the end making a goofy face.  Flash went off
in the Hangar Bay so hard to see our faces.
Ray Blackburn
Mile 21: Ray Blackburn.   Ray just passed away on Monday, and we found out on Wednesday.   I served in the Navy with Ray, and all I can tell you is that he was a great and funny guy.   He had a very big heart, and was friendly with everyone he came in contact with.  There was not one person he could never make laugh at the drop of a hat.  Proud to have served with you Ray.  Cancer sucks.  RIP Shipmate.  Fair winds and following seas.

Mile 22: Frank Bonura.  Frank was the father of our Moon classmates, Shannon and Dom.  He passed back in October and I wanted to pay tribute to him as well.  May he rest in peace.

Mile 23: Karen Kelley.  Karen was the mother of a high school friend, Missy Young, that has passed last year as well.  May she RIP.

Mile 24: Patricia Darragh.  Linda was our friend Kevin's mother, and had recently passed.  I'm sorry I never got the chance to meet your mom Kevin.  May she RIP.

Mile 25: Bernard Augier (Bernie's Dad.)  Less than a year after losing you son, you had rejoined him.  I know you'e up there riding Harleys side by side once again.  RIP Mr. Augier.

Mile 26/26.2:  Bernie Augier.  Bernie, I paid tribute to you last year at Mile 26, and this is something I think I'm going to always do.  This year, I'll have you with me, around my neck, as I have every day since your mother gifted to me a part of you: your ashes.  And, I will continue to finish this race with a shot in your name.  I think of you often my friend, and we all miss you a great deal.  Just like I said last year, thank you for being my friend.  RIP brother.


     This blog post is never easy.  These tributes are always difficult because so many of them have left us and sometimes far too soon.  But, it's something that I've enjoyed doing since I came up with this idea.  I know it's not a lot, but it's the least I can do to honor the memory of these wonderful people, and perhaps bring a smile to someone's face so that they know their loved ones are not forgotten.  However, we never truly forget anyone, for their memories will always live on inside of each and every once of us.

     Once I step foot outside to begin this year's quest, it will be unlike any of the others that I have done in the past.  For this one there will be no crowds, no cheers, no cowbells, no applause.  There will be no Junior ROTC recruits on West Carson street to high five runners as they approach mile marker 9.  There will be no grey hounds at mile 18 to run with.  There will not even be that guy at mile 20 yelling, "you're almost there!"  There will be no SCRR Cheer Station at mile 25.  But, that doesn't mean I'll be running alone.  That's because I won't be alone.  I'll be accompanied by 26 incredible people, whether it be virtually on a social media setting, or with them angelically.  Every step of the way, every inch of every foot of every mile, they'll be there with me.  And, they'll be with me when I finish.  That is all I ever need in order to finish a race, even a virtual one.

Running from a Distance,

Chuck Hull,  The Running Jedi.

#runpgh #movepittsburgh #runningjedi #vikinghuntPGH #26miles26dedications #teamlemieux


PS:   You know my posts always have a PS, so here is this one.  I said that I would run dressed as a viking this year if we were able to raise $2500 for the Mario Lemieux Foundation.  Well, I'm going to do that ANYWAY!  Like I said earlier, why not?  It's for fun, and I'm sure it will have anyone that drives by me while running thinking, "what in the hell is that guy doing?"  I'm going to take pictures along the way, and depending on where I may be, should you see me, you should as well!  (I think #vikingwatchPGH is a good hash tag to use.)  I will be running from my house in Crafton into Coraopolis and Moon.  I know those areas quite well, so if you see me, snap a pic and post it for all to see and laugh at, and to think, "Chuck really has gone crazy."  But, I'm going crazy for a good cause, The Mario Lemieux Foundation.   Please consider donating if you can.  I know times are tough, but there are not many people that are running the marathon this year, and we truly are the only ones running that the Foundation is counting on to his that fundraising goal.  And again, once we hit $2500 raised, I will be raffling off TWO signed Penguins Jerseys!  TWO!!!!  And they are authenticated from the Foundation.  All you need to do is click this link to donate:

https://raceroster.com/events/2020/24250/2020-dicks-sporting-goods-pittsburgh-marathon-weekend/pledge/participant/6731859

I'll see you all in a few short weeks.







Sunday, May 26, 2019

Revenge Of The Fifth!




     It's been almost a month now and the Pittsburgh Marathon has come and gone.  The lead up to the race for me is always exciting, but the further away from it I get, the sadder I become.   I'm not sad in the sense that something is wrong or bothering me.  I'm sad because the experience is so rewarding that when you finally cross that finish line, it's hard to believe it's over.

     I'd be lying if I said this training cycle was easy.  It wasn't.  I had some rough days, and some rough weekends.  I've been running so much the past few years that halfway through my training I felt like I was getting burned out.  My legs were tired.  My focus was becoming blurred.  My goals were falling short.  But even with all of that, it still didn't stop me from getting to where I needed to go.  I took a day to think about why I still do this, and who I still do this for when I run.  I always have 26 reasons and this year was not any different.  But this year, the final two miles were two that I needed to finish more than any of the first 24.  So, I focused on that.  Soon after, I took a look at my training plan and adjusted it to the point where I could become more comfortable with what I wanted to do.  Then...I did it.

This is how my girl preps for a race!

My Polish Princess down the stretch!
     It's always hard to keep talking about training at times because you all already know what I do.  I make sure to eat properly, get the rest I need, get up early, and pound the pavement.  It's as simple as that.  But come race day, the flood of emotions pours into my mind and half the time I don't know how to control them.  I've gotten better at it, but I failed completely this year.  I had trouble sleeping for the first time in a long time, and I have no idea how much sleep I actually got.  All I remember is that it was 4am, and it was time to get ready to head to the city.

     When Edyta and I got  down town, we walked towards the Westin at the convention center.  My poor fiance had to listen to me talk about a mile a minute.  My nerves were a mess, and I was pretty much prancing around in a dress. This is no joke.  When I get nervous, I tend to prattle on more than normal and make as many bad jokes as possible.  Walking around in a dress just sorta added to the chaos.  But, God bless her heart.  She humored me and of course still wants to marry me, so I still got that going for me!

     When I arrived, there were plenty of laughs and plenty of "I'm not even going to ask"(s) as I went to grab some breakfast.  But, I am a man of my word, and there I was in dress and ready to run a marathon for the 5th time.  An hour or so later, it was time to head to the starting line.


     Edyta and I were able to meet up with our friends in order to say hello, give some well wishes and good lucks, take a few pictures, and then head to our corrals.  With a quick peck on the lips, I was off to mine.  What's weird is as many strange looks as I thought I would get for wearing a dress, I got none.  Most folks maybe saw the dedications on my back, where as I'm sure others figured it was just a guy running in costume.  I'm really not sure.  All I really knew that it was raining.  I was wearing a dress, and I had a job to do.  It was go time.

     The first hour or so was pretty rough because of the rain.  When it stopped, it started to get a bit humid.  Surprisingly, even in the stickiness of the air, the dress really did not factor into being a major deterrent from my ability to run.  I was getting pretty warm, I was able to move pretty good, and I had no major issues.  I thought to myself, "every time you hear 'hey what are you wearing under that dress?' I should have to take a drink."  I never heard that once.  Heck, I was actually a bit disappointed because there went every joke I thought I would get to use.  Running 26 miles takes quite a bit of time, so how am I going to distract myself if I can't crack jokes? But, then again, that was not really a good idea anyway because 26 miles would probably quickly turn into 52.  Dodged a bullet there!

     After the first six to eight miles, I was feeling pretty good and strong.  I wasn't really hot at all, and the dress was not really making things difficult for me at all.  The material it was made out almost seemed like a dry wick type material, so I maybe had something working in my favor.  But, as the rain would turn off an on, so would the humidity.  But, that still didn't stop me or slow me down at all.  I was fast approaching the Birmingham Bridge which is real close to the halfway point, and I was feeling pretty confident about pretty much everything.  But then the dreaded Forbes Avenue lay in front of me.  However, I took the same approach as I did last year, walking most of it to save energy, and I made it to the top.  I made it to the top, and I was soon in Shadyside and near mile marker 15.  It was right about there that I felt fatigue setting in.

     It was too early in the race for me to think this way, but it was.  Butt then I remembered something.  I looked at my wrist to a gift our friend Amy had given each of us, and something we were not allowed to open until that morning.  It was a little bracelet that said, "40 percent."  There was a story behind it that she shared as well, but the moral was, "even when you think you have nothing left to give, and that you have already given 100 percent, you actually still have 40 percent left in the tank."  (Or, something like that.)  That was what I needed to remember, and that was my mantra for the rest of the race.  Anytime I felt like I would falter I looked at my wrist and said 40 percent.  When I thought of my friends and my dedications I said to myself 40 percent.  It just made too much sense!  So, I kept going.


    I made it through miles 16 and 17, walking for a few clicks here and there, but I was soon approaching the dreaded wall.  And, not only that, but it started to rain and rain hard.  Maybe it was a wall of rain that I was truly hitting.  I didn't really prepare for the rain, and I was struggling with being able to see through my glasses.  In a matter of seconds I went from being OK with everything to just plain getting angry at everything.  I kept "MFing" the rain and wiping my glasses off so that I could see, but none of that really worked.  I even took them off like it would make things better, but I can't see anything without them and pretty much yelled at myself for it.  "Really dude????"  I was getting so irritated that I wanted to actually quit.  I kept clenching my fists, mumbling under my breath, and even wore a scowl on my face.  I didn't even care about my 40 percent.  Stupid rain!  But, I was now near mile 18 and I found my saving grace:  the Steel City Greyhounds!  In years past I always thought this was cool, but this year I told myself, "I'm running with one of those dogs."  So, I did, and it was glorious!  I just thought it was the coolest thing, and it was the perfect thing that I needed right at that moment.  I can't remember the dog's name, but I couldn't thank the pooch enough for making me smile when I needed it the most.

    After that  it was more rain, but the remaining miles grew fewer and fewer.  I took each mile with a simple approach.  "OK, that was 21 and you just need to get to 22,  After that only 3 more til you get to Phil's mile.  After that, it's Bernie's mile."  That seemed to do the trick because soon after every negative thought the had crossed my mind started to slowly leave and I soon found myself enjoying the rest of my run.  I was getting closer to the finish and I really wanted to honor my friends.  I began to smile again.  I also began to get choked up.   I then saw mile marker 24 and knew that this was it.  This was the final stretch.  "I just finished 24 miles of the marathon and it was time to run for both Phil and Bernie.  There was shots waiting for us, so let's do this."  One foot after the other and step by step I went.  The closer I got, the more my mind was flooded with the memories of my friends.  The more my memories flooded, the more I smiled.  The more I smiled, the more I cried.  It was a pretty good feeling.

     When I approached mile marker 25, the Steel City Road Runners where there in full force cheering on all runners.  They do a great job every year.  I was able to loan them some of my music equipment, and the closer I got the louder the music got.  At first I thought, "I hope they aren't blowing out my speaker!  I just got that one!"  And then I thought, "don't be a jerk Damn that sounds good!"  As soon as everyone saw me there cheers were thunderous!

"Chuck what do you need?"

"I need a shot of Fireball!"

"Someone get this man some fireball!"  My lord that was delicious!  One down, one to go.

     I came down the stretch and seeing the "Pit Crew" was a sight for sore eyes.  They were yelling so loud that I could here them even about 8 blocks down the street.  When I got there, Sara made sure there was plenty of Fireball to go around.  Bryan had some American Honey ready to roll.  I took one, and Bryan and I both did a toast to Bernie.  "Oh god that was terrible!"  Everyone got a good laugh and they all yelled at me to go finish.  I promised Bernie when I got to the end and that I would give it all I got, and I did.  I took off as fast as I could with what I had left, and that was enough.  As I ran down the shoot with my beer raised in the air, the crowed was there in support.  I heard a few friends yell at me as they saw me and it made me feel pretty good.  I cracked open my beer and like last year went all Stone Cold Steve Austin with it.  It sounded like the spectators got a big kick out of that, and if I didn't know any better, it sure sounded like it was Bernie yelling in my ear.  And with that, I finished my fifth marathon.

A toast for our dear friend Bernie Augier
He is missed every day.
     I've done this five times now, and each time the last 8 miles or so are always the hardest for me to finish.  When you are tired and fatigued, your mind starts to make you think you can't do it, and you shouldn't be doing it.  But, the simplest of things make you realize you can.  This year, it was a retired greyhound.  It was "40 percent."  It was Phil.  It was Bernie.

     I'm always amazed at what the human body can do.  However, I don't think it can do any of those things without a little help from the human spirit.  From the cheers of the crowd to the hugs and high fives of your friends, there is nothing that you cannot do.  Even if you think you can't, know that you truly can.  All it takes is one simple thing:  try.  All you have to do is try.  And even then, when you don't think you have it in you to keep going or to keep trying, remember you still have 40 percent.

Until next time Pittsburgh....keep on running.

Sinceriously Yours,

Chuck Hull
The Running Jedi

#26miles26dedications #runpgh #runningjedi #teamlemieux #hshive #runderfulruns

Me. Bernie, and Bryan
RIP Bernie

Not Phil's favorite hat.
RIP Phil


Now...enjoy some random pictures from race day!








The future Hulls with the Future Walkers!







April and Tom Hanahan coming down the stretch!


Amy and Carla coming down the stretch!













...still marrying me.

40 Percent



The most appropriate sign
for the marathon.  (it was actually up the
street and to the right.) Thanks Sara!

A shot for our friend Phil Tallentire.
RIP Phil