Hey hey hey!
So I figured I needed to get a Boston Marathon recap up before my next marathon for the Boston 2 Big Sur Challenge that’s going down in less than 48 hours. Um yeah, I’m still not sure where this week has gone or if my legs are ready. Yikes.
Before I get to Boston chat, there are still a few items available for the Lazarex Cancer Foundation charity (click here for my fundraising page). With the Big Sur Marathon in less than two days that doesn’t give much time to get the last $300 in.
All the items and explanation of them is in my previous post here, but feel free to email me with any questions or anything.
Items left are:
Handful Y Bra AND Scoop Neck Tank ($106 value)
Vega Half Marathon Training Kit ($132 value)
A pair of Mizuno shoes (up to $160 value)
So, Boston. The trip was a blast. A BLAST. I had my main man by my side for the first time ever in Boston and it was so freaking awesome.
Unfortunately the actual race and how I felt during the race were not that awesome, but you take the tough races with the good ones.
I knew I wasn’t really in marathon shape and that I hadn’t properly trained. I mean, I can only do so well when I haven’t really picked up the pace, most of my runs were leisurely treadmill runs while watching Gilmore Girls and I only did two long 20 mile runs. I did know though that I was ready to fight mentally. Thank goodness for that. There’s been races where I’ve been in better shape, but given up mentally about half way through. This time it was the other way around. I had to fight HARD from mile 6 on.
This was my third year in a row running Boston. My first year I got 3:22:14 (recap is here), last year I fresh off recovering from my second bout of hip dysplasia and a torn labrum and my time was 3:56:04 (recap is here). Yesterday’s time was in between, but man was it a fight just to get to the finish.
I packed for the trip rather quickly, but luckily all the outfit items made it.
Handful bra, Run With Perseverance BOSTON STRONG tank, Halo hairband and visor, Louva arm sleeves (with thumb holes), Pro Compression Boston socks, Mizuno running shorts, Mizuno Wave Catalyst shoes, Auria slim Smartphone belt and Exceed earphones (the BEST).
*Not pictured here, but also a race necessity are my Active Pacific sunglasses. They are the only ones I wear to run in.
The weather was predicted to be in the mid 50’s so I thought I was dressed perfectly.
Well, after I put on my hideous maroon jump suit on over my race outfit I realized it was going to be warm out there.
The bus loading was crowded as usual. We had to be on the buses around 8 for a 10:50 start time.
After the long bus ride to Athlete’s Village we had some time to spare to eat our pre race meals, get more coffee, use the port a potties and beg for some sunscreen. I had had Love Grown Foods oatmeal on the bus ride and saved my roasted purple sweet potato for about 45 minutes prerace.
By the way, it was much more fun to eat my purple sweet potato in a cup and yes, I had baked it at home and it traveled all the way across the country with me.
After a bit we ditched some layers and headed out to the starting corrals which were quite a ways away.
Everything seemed a lot more crowded this year for some reason.
In the past I remember having quite a bit of time to go to the bathroom and get into my corral, but that was not the case this year. By the time we got to where the corrals were there was barely enough time to go to the bathroom and then I pretty much had to sprint to my wave start. I’m not kidding- I stepped into the wave and les than 10 seconds later the starting gun went off. I didn’t have any time to give myself a little pep talk. I just put my phone in my belt and started running.
I knew right around mile 3 that something felt off. I couldn’t tell what it was. My legs were tight, my chest hurt a little bit and I was just off. Running did not feel easy and that was already at mile 3. I knew I was in for a long day.
By the 10K mark I started really doubting that I was going to finish. I was thinking that it would not be ideal to have my first ever DNF in Boston.
I took a GU at mile 8 or 9. I can’t remember exactly. It was warm out there. There were a lot of people handing out wet paper towels and ice so that was awesome.
I do have to say that although I felt like dump, I was pretty excited that I kept getting all these “BOSTON STRONG” cheers from the crowd because of my tank top. That’s the thing about the crowds. There is sooooooo much support there. I feel like everyone in Boston is so nice and has so much pride for Boston. We don’t really have that so much at home so it just makes me feel so good to experience that there.
By mile 13 I just told myself to keep focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. I decided then that I wasn’t going to look down at my Polar anymore because I’d given up on having any kind of a time goal. At that point my main goal was to not have to stop at a a medical tent and to not walk.
Amazingly I met both those goals. I did take my time at pretty much every single water station. I never did start feeling better. My right foot started hurting about mile 13 also and then at mile 16 I felt a blister in between my toes pop and ooze. I couldn’t even feel it forming, but really felt it when it popped. I’ve never gotten a blister in between my toes before. That was weird. And I’m pretty lucky because it’s still there and I get to see what happens to it this weekend. Should be great. Ha.
I think I might have gotten it because I hadn’t really worn in my Wave Catalyst shoes yet. I’m not sure, but it’s up in the air what shoes I’ll be wearing Sunday.
I had another GU at mile 17 or so. I planned on having another one later on, but just wasn’t feeling it when the time came.
And then at mile 18 my darn calf really REALLY wanted to cramp up. You know those calf cramps I’m talking about? The ones where every step you get that weird feeling that your leg is going to give out? Yeah. I slowed WAY down and I’m sure looked pretty funny because my stride was all off. I was just praying I didn’t collapse with a calf cramp.
I do remember telling myself that it was a good distraction though. Instead of thinking about wanting to quit or how many more miles I had left, I had to just focus on one step at a time and I knew if I stopped my calf would cramp for sure.
I zoned out for a few miles and finally I only had about 2 to go. It was then that I knew I had it. I didn’t know if my calf would cooperate, but I knew I would make it to that finish line.
And oh my goodness, when you make that left turn onto Boylston and see the finish line ahead, that is just pure magic. I can’t even describe it. The crowds are screaming so loud and the finish line just keeps getting closer and closer and you know you’re going to complete the Boston Marathon.
I actually felt pretty good right away after finishing other that really wanted to down as much Gatorade as possible to prevent cramping. I think slowing down a lot help.
It really seemed like it was a tough day out there for a lot of people. The elites even had slower times and there were quite a few treated at medical sites along the way.
The injury count is a small fraction of the more than 30,000 Marathon participants. Of that number, 2,218 were reportedly treated at medical sites along the course and 58 were seen at hospitals as of 4 p.m.
Once you finish the marathon you have to keep walking for awhile to get get your medal and then get out if the security zone and meet up with your family.
Oh man though, when they put the medal around your neck…….
I cry every time. I can barely choke out the words “thank you”. I can’t even describe it. It’s just such an honor to be able to run this race.
You get your medal and then you get to keep on walking with the crowds.
I had texted Andrew right when I finished and he was about a 1/2 mile back along the course. He thought he had the perfect viewing spot, but then never saw me go by. Kind of funny as I’m sure it’s hard to see anyone because there are just so many people.
I knew it would take him awhile to come and meet me so I made my way back to the hotel by myself. I did find this cool dog on the way though and took a picture for the boys so they would think I’m cool.
I had some time to kill while I was waiting so I took more pictures.
Ha. It was too hot to wear my arm sleeves, but I really wanted to keep them so I tied them on my belt and it worked like a charm. I felt like I had little tassels.
After what seemed like 2 hours standing in front of the hotel (but was actually more like 1 hour), I finally got to hug Andrew. I had been waiting for that for a very long time (both on the race course and after the finish).
Luckily he had Erin to help him find his way back or else I’m not sure he would have made it to the hotel. Crowds are NOT his thing and he said his legs were sore. Ha ha.
And that’s a wrap.
I already want to go back next year. I just need to rope someone in to come with me. Ha ha.
The marathon……… THIS MARATHON…….
it is pure magic.
Thank you for all your support along the way. I don’t say thank you enough, but it means the world to me.
And I apologize for grammatical and spelling errors because instead of going back through and checking this post, I need to pack for the next adventure on the horizon. Woot!