You can't live in Boulder, Colorado without running in the Bolder Boulder 10K at least once. The BB is the nation's largest citizen's race and had over 52,000 participants this year. The spectacle - and it is that - with bands playing everything from oldies to rock, to jazz, to Elvis; people dressed in all kinds of costumes from ridiculous to risqué; and every block armed with squirt guns and hoses ready to soak anyone who runs near enough - is a chance to welcome summer with open arms and also pay tribute to our service men and women.
My mom, Ione Norby, began running the Bolder Boulder when I was still in college. She taught English at a middle school and the gym teacher talked a bunch of the teachers into driving up to Boulder and running with the pack. At that time I had no idea what a 10K was but I knew my mom got up at 3:30 A.M. every day to run around the lake in our neighborhood park before going off to instill the finer points of grammar on unsuspecting teens. My dad worried about her being all alone and running in the dark, so he would drive the car up to the park and sit in the parking lot to make sure she was OK. He didn't really have to worry though, my mom found a group of like-minded runners at the park, (one of them was a nun!), and they would lap the lake together.
I ran the Bolder Boulder this year with my mom, my daughter Berkeley, and her boyfriend Tim. My first 10K was the BB when my kids were toddlers and my mom introduced me to it. Now, 20 years later, my mom's still doing it and at 83 years of age, she was given the 'Age Group Champion' tech t-shirt for winning her age group last year. (The folks at BB described it as being the equivalent of the yellow jersey of the Tour de France.) She was thinking about maybe calling an end to her career but when that letter and t-shirt arrived from the folks at the Bolder Boulder, I told she had to wear it and she had to run the race again!
She walked more than she ran this year but she is one fast walker. I lost her 3 times going through the water stations. I looked ahead, but at 4'9" she's tough to spot in a crowd. Then I pulled off to the side thinking I'd be able to see better but no luck. Finally, I ran ahead a couple blocks and saw her fluff of white hair bobbing ahead. When I caught up with her I said, "Mom, I lost you! Weren't you going to wait for me?" And just like when I was a kid she said, "I knew you'd find me." (When she took us anywhere when we were children we had to pay attention and keep up for fear of being left behind and lost!) But while running after her this year, I realized she had inadvertently taught me skills that I still use to this day. Pay attention, keep up, run hard, keep going, don't quit, don't give up.
We finished the race in 1:49:41. My mom won her age group again this year and is still the champion of the 83 year olds. I hope I'm still charging along at full throttle when I'm her age!
My mom, Ione Norby, began running the Bolder Boulder when I was still in college. She taught English at a middle school and the gym teacher talked a bunch of the teachers into driving up to Boulder and running with the pack. At that time I had no idea what a 10K was but I knew my mom got up at 3:30 A.M. every day to run around the lake in our neighborhood park before going off to instill the finer points of grammar on unsuspecting teens. My dad worried about her being all alone and running in the dark, so he would drive the car up to the park and sit in the parking lot to make sure she was OK. He didn't really have to worry though, my mom found a group of like-minded runners at the park, (one of them was a nun!), and they would lap the lake together.
I ran the Bolder Boulder this year with my mom, my daughter Berkeley, and her boyfriend Tim. My first 10K was the BB when my kids were toddlers and my mom introduced me to it. Now, 20 years later, my mom's still doing it and at 83 years of age, she was given the 'Age Group Champion' tech t-shirt for winning her age group last year. (The folks at BB described it as being the equivalent of the yellow jersey of the Tour de France.) She was thinking about maybe calling an end to her career but when that letter and t-shirt arrived from the folks at the Bolder Boulder, I told she had to wear it and she had to run the race again!
She walked more than she ran this year but she is one fast walker. I lost her 3 times going through the water stations. I looked ahead, but at 4'9" she's tough to spot in a crowd. Then I pulled off to the side thinking I'd be able to see better but no luck. Finally, I ran ahead a couple blocks and saw her fluff of white hair bobbing ahead. When I caught up with her I said, "Mom, I lost you! Weren't you going to wait for me?" And just like when I was a kid she said, "I knew you'd find me." (When she took us anywhere when we were children we had to pay attention and keep up for fear of being left behind and lost!) But while running after her this year, I realized she had inadvertently taught me skills that I still use to this day. Pay attention, keep up, run hard, keep going, don't quit, don't give up.
We finished the race in 1:49:41. My mom won her age group again this year and is still the champion of the 83 year olds. I hope I'm still charging along at full throttle when I'm her age!