Boston Marathon

I worked hard preparing for this marathon. I wanted to do really well with a goal of BQ for 2009. All winter I trained hills, increased my average run to 10 miles (with a 13 mile medium-long run mid-week). Things were looking good, then 3 weeks from Boston I strained my hamstring during a cool down. The strain forced me to miss my last long run (the Dizzy Daze 50k), and as a result my final long run was 5 weeks prior to Boston.
By the time Boston hit, I was just happy to be healthy enough to run. Alec and Ric were both joining me on this trip, so I decided to have as much fun as possible and not worry about resting up for the actual marathon. Friday we hit the expo, the aquarium, played catch at the park, worked out in the hotel fitness center and had dinner at Fenway park, under the bleachers during a game. Saturday we did some siteseeing, worked out again then made our way to Cambridge for a gathering of friends.

We were up early Sunday morning to help Brooks organize high school kids into cheering squads for the Women’s Marathon Olympia Trials. The high schools were competing against each other for three prizes: each a complete outfitting of their track team for the year. Our team was a small school from New Hampshire. 6 kids, the coach and two parents had taken the 3 am train to Boston to try and win a prize. Coming from a small, rural community, they had little funding for their team and have had to hand-patch their track uniforms for the last several years. The Brooks prize package was a huge deal for them. They were the first high school to show up. The kids and parents were dressed head-to-toe in Brooks/Hansen colors (red/yellow/black), they had painted their faces, glittered their hair added beads and leis. We started our quest for the prize by parading up and down the course, trying to get the crowd warmed up. Right before the marathon start we lined up in “our” spot, feeling good about our chances. Then the other schools came…. the big Boston schools. Our little team felt their prize slipping from their grip as 50-60 kids per school descended on us. Drums thumping, horns blaring. Still they cheered on, in the cold, doing their best to bring victory to the Brooks runners. After the trials, and hugs and best wishes we went our separate ways. The kids from Masenic headed back to New Hampshire. Ric, Alec and I headed to the Brooks post-marathon trails party.

The party was a blast. It was held in a retro bowling alley next to our hotel. Brooks provided free food, beverage and bowling to all of their guests. I got to meet several ID members and Alec and Ric bowled along side marathon legend Joan Benoit. We finished the day by attending the BAA sponsored pasta dinner. The food was good but nothing fancy, I’m glad we went though.
I was up early and heading for the buses to Hopkinton at 6:30. I was amazed at the long lines through the Boston Commons, but chatted with several Maniacs I hadn’t met before so the time passed quickly. Just as I was getting ready to board the bus, I ran into Steve Yee, Chris Warren and T.P. We sat together at the back of the bus and spent the hour-long ride catching up. I hadn’t talked to Steve or Chris much since Yakima last year and I had never met T.P. When we got to the athletes village I wandered for a minute or two then stumbled across Maniacs Marc Frommer, Brain Pendleton and Ami Yanni. Maniacs must have a some super sense that allows them to find each other, because even with over 30,000 people in the Village, I’ve quickly found the main group of Maniacs both years. I had just settled in when the call came to head for the starting line. I miscalculated how long it would take to change into my racing gear and check my drop bag. As a result I got to the starting corrals late and couldn’t work my way up to my starting corral before the gun went off. Once again, I was stuck in with the charity runners. I really didn’t mind too much. I was actually tired from a busy week of siteseeing and knew I wouldn’t be running fast, so I decided to just enjoy the ride. It was quite a ride, too! The weather was perfect (60+ degrees and sunny), the crowds were huge! The entire course from Hopinkton to Boston was lined with spectators at least 3 deep. They were screaming and cheering. Music was blasting out from all corners. There were the official aid stations and many more ad-hoc aid stations offering oranges, popsicles, chocolate, beer. My favorites were the oranges and the popsicles. I made sure to take an electrolyte tablet every five miles. I was running better than I expected and on track for a 4:10 or so marathon. Unfortunately I forgot to take an electrolyte at mile 20 and by the time I crested Heartbreak Hill, it was too late. I cramped badly at mile 23. I was completely immobilized in the middle of the street. Somehow I managed to make my way over to the curb, put my hands on my knees and proceeded to get really sick. I knew there was no way I was going to continue and run. I also knew that I had come too far to drop out… I only had 3 miles left. After what seemed like an hour, I started to hobble towards Boston. First it was barely a walk, I made it to an aid station, took two electrolytes and some water. Soon my hobble became a brisk walk, then the walk turned into a slow jog. Before long I was running again and turning the final corner on to Boylston. I spotted Alec and Ric, ran to the side to give them a high five, then ran across the finish line.

After the race we walked down to Fenway park for dinner, then Alec and I took the long way home with a stroll through Back Bay. Just before we came to our hotel we saw the last 5 people finishing the marathon (somewhere around 9:00 p.m.) Alec was thrilled he got to see the first and last place finishers.The next morning we rented a car and drove to Newport. We had a great time touring the mansions and taking in the harbour side sites.
It was a great trip. Great weather, great company and good running. I’m already qualified and booked for next year.