Miami in January has its attractions—chiefly weather in the mid-seventies and day upon day of sunshine. This is well and good if you're lounging by the pool or walking along the boardwalk, but not so good if you're in town to run the marathon, as was the case with yours truly. Actually, the organizers have attempted to get around the sun "problem" by having the race start in downtown at 6:15 a.m. so that you've run a good four or five miles before the sun rises.

The course takes you over the MacArthur causeway, past the cruise ships, into and then north through Miami Beach, then back over the Venetian causeway (very attractive) back into downtown Miami. Then you head down to Coconut Grove (the West Village of Miami) and back up to downtown. I'd like to say the journey was of some historical interest, or of great participation (as the New York City marathon is), but folks do Miami because it's relatively flat and personal bests are to be had.

This was the case with me. I ran 3:30:06, beating by over seven minutes my previous best. In addition to a rotating medal, I got bloody blisters, aching joints, and a first taste of the mental "wall" that afflicts runners between miles 21 and 22. I also raised some money for some worthy charities: I hope you'll consider making a (tax-deductible) donation.