Larry Macon turned 67 on New Year's Eve. He also ran his 113th marathon of the year on that day.
From My San Antonio:
"Heading into Saturday's race, Macon...had amassed
almost 3,000 miles running in 2011, gone through a dozen pairs of shoes
and logged roughly 200,000 miles in flying. He now has run 823
marathons during his lifetime."
Once I got over trying to figure out how this could be possible, I was awed and impressed by Macon's achievement. Then, still curious (read: extremely baffled), I started to think about the logistics and the physical toll such a feat is likely to take.
From the article:
"Just consider this back-to-back performance: In August, he finished the
Frank Maier Marathon in Juneau, Alaska, at 12:30 p.m.; drove to the
airport for a 2 p.m. flight; landed in San Francisco at midnight; then
started that city's marathon at 5:30 a.m. Or there's the time he drove
from the finish of the Cow Town Marathon in Fort Worth, Texas, to New
Orleans (which took him 12 hours), arriving five minutes before the
start of the Mardi Gras Marathon. And thanks to holidays like Memorial
Day and races with Saturday night starts, he squeezed three marathons
into one weekend five times in 2008."
The mere fact that he's able to get to one marathon to the next in such a short time frame is impressing. Paired with his ability to run up to three marathons in one weekend, and you could probably convince me that Macon is superhuman.
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