Yes, I am officially as old as dirt, but not quite that old.
My grandfather, and namesake, ran the Boston Marathon in 1921 on a bet. I think we only spoke of it one time, and he sort of brushed it off as there weren’t that many people running and he lost a few toenails because he was running in new shoes. And, he did finish and win the bet.
Here’s an article that appeared in the Worcester Gazette in 1984.
That’s when he was living in Worcester with his second wife, that he married when he was 80, and ran over with his car. But that’s a story for another day!