A Special Boston With Papa and Maman

A year ago, my French parents decided they would run their final marathon in Boston. Many American runners can only dream of qualifying for the prestigious footrace, but Simone, 68, and Alain, soon to turn 67, are fast enough in their age group to be participants. They are both endearingly unaware of what remarkable runners they are.
The plan was simple, a memorable family affair. In 2015, they would fly to Boston in April. It would be Simone’s 21st and last marathon; Alain’s 23rd and last marathon; and my 10th marathon, including six in Boston — hopefully not the last one.
A week away from the race, our daily chats pertain to the usual pre-race concerns: weather forecast (Too cold? Rain?), tapering, logistics to the start and the course (Simone, the family quipster, translated Boston’s “Heartbreak Hill” mile 21 to the French equivalent “Heart Attack Hill.”)

Out for a family run in the  rain. November 2010
Out for a family run in the rain. November 2010

There will be one notable difference between the plan and its execution. I will not run the entire marathon. A lower leg injury ended my training on Valentine’s Day after a painful and miserable 5k race (Talk about heart break). I stopped running altogether from Feb. 15 to March 26, when I was allowed to run 1 mile, no more. I have since ramped up my mileage so I can at least be at the start and run the first half before dropping off.
Past the initial sadness and anger, I see this injury as a blessing in disguise. This is another chance to run (part of) a marathon with Alain and Simone, 13 years after my marathon debut in Paris. In 2002, I ran my first marathon with my parents (Alain ran ahead while Simone and I stayed together most of the race). In less than a week, I will be at the start with my parents on their last marathon. A looping of the loop.
It is also a unique opportunity to visit Boston without enduring the debilitating pre-race jiggers. With the pressure off, I can concentrate on enjoying the moment.

Alain at the 2008 New York Marathon
Alain at the 2008 New York Marathon

Alain, who grew up in the city of Lyon in the 50s and the 60s, didn’t practice any sport until he moved with Simone to the Alps in 1974. The 26-year-old city boy picked up cycling on the picturesque roads of the region during the summers. Simone, who grew up in small towns in the Alps, didn’t do any physical activity until 1978, when they rented a chalet in the mountains with another couple. She was 31, the mother of two toddlers. She followed her friends, both athletes, for rides up the hills on an old rusty bike they’d loaned her. “It was hell,” she said. “It didn’t deter me.” There started her love affair with sport: when she came back home, down in the valley, she started running.

Simone at the 2007 New York Marathon
Simone at the 2007 New York Marathon

Simone was the only runner — let alone female runner — in our rural village of 2,000 in the late 1970s (“People thought I was a lunatic,” she said). Alain, who couldn’t bicycle in the winter, soon joined her. In the household, typical Sunday mornings would have both parents disappearing for a couple of hours with the family dog, Réglisse. The dog would be out of control the second they’d get the running shoes out of the closet. For that reason, we would also never pronounce the word “footing” and only use the codename F-O-O.

The distances gradually increased: 10k, 20k, 30k. One day, Alain and a close friend decided to run 40 kilometers around the house. Just like that. Alain knew then he was ready for a marathon. He ran his first in 1994 in Paris in 3h23. The following year, age 47, he ran his fastest in 3h19. It’s his best memory. That same year, Simone debuted her marathon career in 4h04. At the time, she was surprised she could complete the distance without walking. She ran her fastest in 3h36 in 1998 in Paris, at 51: “Not even tired and no pain!” she said. Simone has run New York three times, Alain twice: Both called the race “mythic.” (I say: wait until you see the Boston crowds!)
Cartesian Alain says his worst marathon memory is, “logically,” his slowest: 4h20, sick, in his hometown of Lyon in 2006. “I had fever and thought I’d never finish. I started to walk after kilometer 25 and finished in agony.” Note that he did finish, and that 4h20 is a respectable time for many younger runners.
Simone’s worst marathon was her second, in London. Without proper training she started too fast, following the 3h15 runners when she was aiming for 3h45. “I was able to follow them at the beginning but I quickly paid the hard price. I walked a lot, including across the finish line: I was incapable of jogging even a few steps.”
Lessons: Don’t run sick. Don’t start too fast.

Although runners can come in packs, the sport is mostly a solitary experience. Not for my parents: they’re a running duet. They also go cycling together, take gym classes together and go cross-country skiing together. They practice all sports together except Zumba: That’s where Alain draws the line: “Zumba? Oh, no. Not Zumba.”
My father describes himself as a laid back and playful marathon runner who’s not obsessed with time and races for pleasure. That said, when it comes to sticking to the training plan, he’s got the discipline of an army commander. During their November 2010 visit in the U.S., my parents were training for the Nice (as in south of France) Marathon. One day their training plan called for an easy run of about 10 kilometers (6.2 miles). I took them to a road I hadn’t tried yet, guesstimating it was about the right distance. At what I had chosen as the half point, my father, the only one wearing a GPS watch at the time, checked the distance: “It’s only 4.8 kilometers, let’s continue a bit more: an easy run has to be 10 kilometers.”
My mother puts enormous pressure on herself and gets sick before every race: fever, stomach sickness, among others. I, too, suffer from psychosomatic ailments pre-race. The day before the 2007 New York Marathon, as I was limping around with acute pain in my right toe nail, my mother, who had a sore throat, told me: “It doesn’t get better with age. I still get sick before races as if my life depended on it.” (Nail and throat were fine as soon as we started running. Simone placed 10th in her age group that year, and I had a personal record).
Simone and Alain won’t stop running. They’ll just stop running marathons. And they’ll keep cycling, cross-country skiing, daily stretching, walking with Ben the dog. (And Zumba classes for Simone).

I asked them what advice they’d give someone who wants to run marathons:
Alain: You need to start with shorter distances: 10k, half-marathon. Then you’ll get naturally to the marathon, or even ultras. If I, who wasn’t into sports in my youth, was able to run marathons, anybody can do it.
Simone: A big part of the marathon is mental — provided you also trained for it. You’ve got to be motivated. I think all marathon runners are people who are driven.
If you can walk and are generally healthy, you can run.

Why Boston?
Alain: After running New York twice, Boston was the other mythic marathon, and it’s an older race.
Simone: I decided at my age it would be my final marathon. To me Boston is as mythic as New York. So when I realized that I qualified for this selective marathon, I didn’t hesitate. It will be an opportunity to join my daughter, who has done it five times and made me want to run it. It’s a chance, I hope, for a beautiful finish to my “marathon career.”

With Simone after finishing the 2007 New York Marathon
With Simone after finishing the 2007 New York Marathon


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