One year, I was running with a friend of mine and he stopped to tie his shoe and I shot past him. He never caught up with me, but when we got to the finish line he told me that wouldn't happen again. He was right because he beats me every year.

I moved here from Boston in 1981 and got the feeling that not much happened around here with running. Six months later, there's the first Kingston Classic and all that thinking changed. I love the day and for me it signals that we made it through another Catskill winter.