Boston Marathon training in harsh New England winter is no joke

Boston Marathon training in harsh New England winter is no joke

Is this a nightmare or is this a dream? Bundled up in three long-sleeve t-shirts, two sweatshirts, two pairs of gloves, two pairs of socks, a hat and sunglasses, I feel my sweat turning into icicles in my beard and eyebrows. I peer across the street to see how much running room I’ll have. Oh boy, the road has no shoulder to run on. The sidewalk is knee-deep in snow. Thankfully, I see footprints that can keep my balance. I get across the street, …