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Goodbye Wayne, But Hopefully Not Farewell!


“It is good to have an end to journey toward: but it is the journey that matters in the end.”
Ernest Hemingway
Our small, intrepid, band of perennials, those who have run every Boilermaker since it’s inception in 1978, will be at least one fewer at the end of Boilermaker 2016. The Observer-Dispatch revealed that Wayne Decker, recovering from quadruple bypass surgery, has decided to ‘hang up his running shoes’ and forgo this year’s race.
Of those that ‘toed the line’ 39 years ago, and every succeeding year, they will be winnowed down to ten (assuming all the rest complete this year’s race).
Perhaps what makes this story the most remarkable is these folks were, for the most part, a bit older when they ran that first Boilermaker! Many that ran in those early years were competitive runners- they were ‘the competitors’ rather than ‘the completers’ (folks just trying to survive the race). Checking out John Pitarresi’s book that chronicled the first 25 years of the race showed at Boilermaker 25 (2002) there were 20 perennials with an average age of 55 years old.
I can only imagine how hard it will be for Wayne this Boilermaker Sunday. I remember a few years ago, a friend who was a long-time Boilermaker runner was suffering a knee ailment and feared he wouldn’t be able to run the race. He said “Tim, if I can’t run it I’m planning on leaving town Boilermaker weekend, not running the Boilermaker will be more painful than this knee!”
Wow!
There is no doubt that being head of the Boilermaker is one of the coolest gigs in town. Sometimes, when dealing with some ‘Boilermaker drama’ (and yes, we have it on occasion) I think to myself as I’m heading home “why am I doing this”.
Well, Wayne reminds me 38 times and ten others, in a week, 39 times why this is so important.
These folks were not part of the ‘one and done’ crowd.
I’m sure there were years when physical injuries or thoughts of ‘it’s just too darn hot to run today’ could have ended their streaks.
But they didn’t.
They live their running life like the unofficial postal motto “neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”.
And, for one day in July, for 9.3 miles, they, and thousands of others, are acknowledged by the general public.
Wayne, I hope you can be there on the sidelines clapping for those runners as they head out on their own journeys.

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