This runs him afoul of the Guinness Book of World Records, whose officials balk at recognizing any but officially sanctioned events, but Dunn insists he runs the accredited marathon course under supervision of whatever race officials he can persuade to accompany him. Since marathon courses are public thoroughfares the day before the event, Dunn frequently finds himself out on the roads at 4 o'clock in the morning. At that hour, his only accompaniment is owls, safecrackers and duck hunters. Plus his own clocker, often following by motorcycle.
He runs 4-hour marathons, hardly gold-medal stuff. But, then, nobody got a clock on Pheidippides, either.
He will run in the New York Marathon, the Seattle, Portland, Washington, Chicago, Milwaukee and Denver marathons and, to show he's no dummy, will wind up in Honolulu in December.
He's America's Marathon Man. And, if you look out some dark 4 a.m. and see this tall skinny guy flapping along in skivvies and a headband, don't call the cops. It will only be Jerry Dunn warming up for a marathon with a marathon. That's like getting ready to fight a bear by wrestling a crocodile.