Marathon advice from Runner's World experts
Scoring a kiss in Wellesley
Amby Burfoot, editor at large, says: Few runners are tough, aggressive types. Me? I've never walked out of a bar with someone I didn't know previously. Cruising into Wellesley, I wondered if I'd have the nerve to follow through on my kissing-a-stranger plan. A guy near me dropped to the road and pumped out 20 quick pushups. I could have managed, oh, four or five, but that wouldn't have impressed anyone.
Instead, I smiled as warmly as I could and tried to make eye contact with someone. There were hundreds of Wellesley coeds leaning against a fence, screaming as loud as they could. One held a sign: "I kiss Boston Marathoners." Okay, that sounded like an invitation. I slowed and swerved to the sidelines, keeping my eyes locked on her.
In a moment, she found my gaze and returned it. Yes! I swooped in, grabbed her firmly at the shoulders, and gave her a solid smacker. It was easy. I only wish I'd been so lucky in high school.