Noel Hulsman
  L.A. Marathon
  2004

It’s not yet 8 a.m. and the temperature has pushed past 75 F, almost 20 degrees above the norm. I’m at the intersection of Figueroa and Fifth Street in downtown Los Angeles. In just over half-an-hour, a gun will fire, signaling the start of the 19th L.A. Marathon.
On the podium, a block away, there’s a discernible edge in the race marshal’s voice. “It is going to be hot today,” he repeats again and again into the mike, “do not run past the water stations.” Unsaid is “or else”, but you know he’s thinking it.

Continued in the Canadian Marathon Stories Book.....

  Noel Hulsman
  L.A. Marathon
  2004

It’s not yet 8 a.m. and the temperature has pushed past 75 F, almost 20 degrees above the norm. I’m at the intersection of Figueroa and Fifth Street in downtown Los Angeles. In just over half-an-hour, a gun will fire, signaling the start of the 19th L.A. Marathon.
On the podium, a block away, there’s a discernible edge in the race marshal’s voice. “It is going to be hot today,” he repeats again and again into the mike, “do not run past the water stations.” Unsaid is “or else”, but you know he’s thinking it.

Continued in the Canadian Marathon Stories Book.....