Showing posts with label Boston Marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston Marathon. Show all posts

Sunday, May 22, 2016

On the Run: Boston Marathon 2016





Being back in Boston 5 weeks ago filled my heart with joy.  I wasn't sure what race day was going to bring but I was grateful to be there after my hamstring injury kept me away last year.  I hadn't set a goal for the race other than to run happy and finish injury-free.  

As for the rest of the weekend, Brian and I were ready to take a much-needed break from work and enjoy some time in one of our favorite cities!  We had Red Sox tickets for Saturday night, blocked off plenty of time for the race expo, and found a few good places to eat.





Expo

We spent a lot of time at the expo this year.  I had my shin and hamstring taped at the KT Tape booth, we watched the marathon course preview, and we stood in several lines to meet quite a few of our favorite runners.  I drank as much free NUUN as I could while we were waiting!  

Dean Karnazes

Meb Keflezighi

Scott Jurek

Amy Hastings and Shalane Flanagan

Ryan Hall and Desi Linden

There were a few other highlights as well:

TSA stole my race food.  Glad to get another in my race bag.

Everyone had their name on this wall.

And yes, I caved and bought the jacket.  Sucker.

Food

We stayed in Cambridge and ended up eating dinner there all three nights.  Breakfast was the same each day - Pavement Coffee House.  There were several around and it was quick and easy.  Sadly I wasn't able to find good oatmeal but the Pavement sesame bagels with jam were really damn tasty.

Sesame bagel with raspberry jam.

Pre-race pizza at Pinocchio's (Cambridge) *WARNING - the eggplant is deep-fried!  blegh!

Veggie Wrap & sweet potato fries at The Friendly Toast (Cambridge)

Burger and fries at Veggie Galaxy (Cambridge) + carrot cake to go

Race Day

I was up about 4:45am on race morning.  Brian documented me getting ready.  My new accessories were a headband from the expo and a Motivate Wrap.  Everything else was the same things I always wear for races - RUNdetroit singlet, Lululemon shorts, neon yellow Swiftwick socks, Saucony Type A racing flats, and Saucony Runderwear to match my shoes.  Creature of habit.  





This year instead of taking the regular school buses from Boston Common to Hopkinton I took a charter bus booked through Bauman's Running Shop in Flint.  While the school buses are fine, runners have to get off in Hopkinton and wait outside in the Athlete's Village.  Porta-potty lines are long and the grass is damp.  It would be bad on a cold rainy day.  With the charter you can wait on the bus until your start time and there were porta-potties by all the buses that never had lines.  The bus had water bottles, sunscreen, snacks, and extra toilet paper.  All this for $35.  Totally worth it!

The Bauman bus picks up at Hilton Back Bay, which was about 1.5 miles from our hotel in Cambridge.  Bus loading was at 6am so I took a cab, not wanting to be up any earlier than necessary.  Brian took the ride with me before circling back to the hotel to get ready for his long day of spectating.  Because Bauman's is a Michigan bus, I knew several people on it, one being my friend Lindsay.  We sat together for the ride to Hopkinton and planned to start together.  This year I was assigned Wave 1, Corral 8 but wanted to start with her in Wave 2, Corral 2.  I didn't want to be a turtle among cheetahs up in that first wave!


It was great to hang out with Lindsay and the other people I knew before the race.  Having friends helped calm pre-race jitters and the 4 hours passed relatively quickly.  Our start time was 10:20 and we had to leave the Athlete's Village by 9:40.  It was a long, slow one-mile walk with all the crowds.  As we got closer to the start line, Lindsay and I both realized that because of all the water we'd had on the bus we had to make a last-minute bathroom stop.  It was 10:00.  We dashed to the portas and prayed the lines moved fast.  10:05.  10:10.  Thankfully we made it and were able to get to the corral by 10:15.

Talk about cutting it close.

In those few minutes while we were waiting, Lindsay and I thought, hmmm, it feels a little warmer than the predicted 65 degrees (it was actually 70).  There wasn't a cloud in the sky.  We were already sweating.  In hindsight, I should have taken this into consideration and adjusted my starting pace considerably.  Instead I headed out on what would ultimately result in my slowest marathon ever.  

The beginning of the Boston Marathon is absolutely incredible.  Like last time, I wanted to shout out, "I'm running Boston!" as I ran past the crowd-lined Hopkinton streets.  I was so happy to be back.  My legs felt good but I knew I had to keep my pace in check in that first downhill mile.  Lindsay and I were chatting but nerves had set in a bit.  Somewhere around 1.5-2 miles, I grabbed for my iPod, clipped onto my shorts.  I hadn't turned it on yet and wanted to have it ready if Lindsay and I were separated.  I felt the right side - no iPod.  Left side - no iPod.  I looked at Lindsay in panic.  "Oh my God - I accidentally donated my iPod to Goodwill!"  I had left it in the pocket of my throwaway sweatshirt and was in such a hurry to get going that I completely forgot it!  My first marathon without music.  My first RACE without music.  Okay, I can do this.  But I was thrown off and my pace quickened.  Before I knew it I was ahead of Lindsay and on my own.

I remember passing over the 5k timing mat.  It made me happy knowing my friends and family would get their first update.  I turned to a man running next to me and said, "Now our family will know how we're doing."  "Not dead yet!" he replied.  I picked up the pace a bit.  Perhaps he wouldn't be my new running partner.

By mile 6 I was starting to question my decision to run this race.  Breathing was a struggle and my legs felt heavy.  I was running too fast (7:08-7:16) and should have slowed down by a good 30 seconds per mile.  My mouth was a desert and water wasn't helping.  The heat was affecting me more than I realized.  (Unbeknownst to me, the temperature had climbed to 79 degrees by this point.)  I ran past the train station in Framingham and wanted to hop on and catch a ride to anywhere.  20 miles to go.

Around mile 7 I opened one of my CLIF Shots.  Maybe that would give me some energy and help with the dead legs.  The sweetness of the gel was nauseating and my mouth was so dry I could barely swallow it.  Two miles and two water stations later, I tossed the wrapper aside, grateful to have gotten the nutrition down.  18 miles to go.


Usually in a marathon the first half is easy and goes by quickly.  Getting to the 10-mile mark was tough.  From 10-13 felt like an eternity.  My pace dropped 15-30 seconds per mile and I was struggling.  I was trying to enjoy the miles by waving to the crowd, high-fiving kids, but my joy was wavering.  Lindsay and I had written our names on our arms so occasionally a spectator would cheer my name and that would be a huge boost.  I was missing her and wishing I'd stayed with her.

As I neared Wellesely College, my pace quickened.  There is nothing on the course quite like the Wellesely Scream Tunnel.  Racers can hear it from a half mile away.  Girls screaming, holding signs, begging to be kissed.  It's deafening and a sight to behold.  I ran though it with a huge smile on my face, taking it all in.  My heart was full of joy seeing all these women come out to cheer for us!  This year the Scream Tunnel could also be called the Wellesely Wind and Shade Tunnel.  We had a pretty decent head wind for much of the race, which was not cool, but I appreciated the beautiful tree-lined shadiness as we ran past the college.  There wasn't much of that anywhere else on the course!

Just before Wellesely there was a CLIF station and I grabbed a mocha Shot for later.  The only flavor I had with me was vanilla and after that last one, there was no way I could have another.  Maybe mocha would go down better, plus I was hoping the caffeine might help.  When you are through Wellesely you are past the halfway point.  14 miles to go.


I'd kicked it up for the Scream Tunnel but things went downhill again, more than ever now.  My pace dropped to 7:50's for the next 6 miles.  I had progressed from jogging through water stations to walking through water stations to full on stopping. In fact, I no longer ran from mile to mile.  I ran water station to water station, grateful for the chance to stop again.   My mouth was beyond dry.  I felt like I was the only one struggling.    My legs hadn't been great to begin with and they were getting worse with each passing mile.  I broke my a$$ to qualify for this race but I wasn't going to break it again to finish.  So I pushed on the best I could, trying not to worry about pace.  I kept trying to find the happy within myself.  I used the energy of the crowd and other runners to help.  And it did.  This race is amazing for that.

I considered pulling over and waiting for Lindsay to catch up.  Surely she couldn't be far behind.  But I kept on going.  And then, just before mile 20, I saw the familiar RUNdetroit wings ahead of me as I was finishing a cup of water.  I tried to catch up but was afraid I couldn't actually reach her so I desperately screamed, "Lindsay!"  She turned and we ran to each other, practically hugging mid-run.  We were both babbling about how awful it all was and how we had to just finish no matter what.  I was so relieved because I thought I was the only one struggling out there!  Her feet were bad and the heat was destroying her; my hamstrings were bad and the heat was killing me too.  We were quite the pair.  Alone we might not make it but together, we could finish this race.  6.2 miles to go.



Together we conquered Heartbreak Hill.  We ran through Brookline and were careful not to trip over the train tracks.  The Citgo sign welcomed us back into Boston.  We turned right on Hereford and left on Boylston together.  Brian was waiting for us on Bolyston and had people cheering for us loudly as we ran past.




And then we ran the last beautiful stretch of the marathon together.  Down Boylston Street, past the deafening crowds.  I pointed out the Starbucks ("You're Almost There").  And then we WERE there, crossing the finish line hand in hand, arms raised.  We did it! 


After hugging each other we were shooed away from the finish line.  I made sure to grab a cup of Gatorade along with my water (holy dehydration!).  When we were getting our medals I saw Dean Karnazes getting his medal and said, "Hey Dean!  How did it go?"  He shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "It was a marathon."  I laughed and said, "Yep.  Just a marathon."  Sure Dean.  Just a marathon.

We parted ways and I met up with Brian.  I had a lot to process.  It was a tough day on the course - the toughest I've experienced to date.  Two years ago I had the race of my life in Boston.  Everything went right and I walked away with a PR.  I am not the runner I was two years ago.  My hamstrings aren't 100% and I didn't want it badly enough this time around.  Not enough to sacrifice my health and risk further injury.  I knew going into this race it wouldn't be my fastest marathon, though I wasn't expecting it to be slowest my marathon.  In any case, I am still proud of the work I did on that course.





Time
3:27:02

Pace
7:54/Mile

Fuel
CLIF Banana Maple Oatmeal, banana (pre-race)
CLIF Shot, vanilla (miles 7-9)
CLIF Shot, chocolate (mile 18)


And as always, I couldn't have done any of this without Brian.  He's supportive of my early alarm clock, my OCD training schedule, the way I plan my week around running.  He knows I'm crazy but doesn't complain.  He had just as long a day as I did on Marathon Monday.   


Boston 2016 taught me many lessons.  One of them is that race times don't tell the whole story.  Thank you for reading mine.


Boston Marathon 2014

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

On the Run: Martian Invasion of Races 10K 2016


On one of the colder, snowier days we've had in a long time (I swear, spring in southeast Michigan has been colder than winter!), Brian and I reluctantly shed our warm layers and stepped out of the car.  Normally we run from home to Ford Field Park for the Martian Invasion of Races but because of the cold, we decided to drive and park a bit closer.  It was going to be a long morning outside and we needed other clothes nearby.  We were running the 10K at 8:00, cheering for friends finishing the half around 10:30, and meeting my students at 11:15 to run the Kids' Marathon at 12:00.  

It was snowing when we got to the start corral and the winds were picking up.  I wasn't wearing my racing flats and had on my huge warm mittens.  Thank goodness I wasn't planning on racing this thing today, not with Boston a week away.  My plan was to start out at marathon pace (7:15/mile) and drop down if my legs were feeling okay, hoping to get in some good tempo miles.  I didn't start at the front because I didn't want to push the pace.  I also wasn't really paying attention, was talking to people, and all of a sudden the corral was filled up all the way to the start line!  

Thankfully the crowd thinned out quickly.  As planned, I started out at marathon pace.  At the first mile marker I caught up to three ladies, held pace with them, then inched ahead on a slight incline.  (Hill work is paying off!)  One of them caught back up to me and got ahead until mile 2.  At that point the course hits a ramp that heads downhill to Hines Drive.  I had picked up the pace a bit and caught up to her again.  Once we hit Hines - my familiar training ground - I passed her.  I was motivated by volunteers cheering and a cameraman.  I smiled, waved, and thanked them all.  Before I knew it I had pulled away.  When I hit the turn-around and heard a volunteer say "first female" I was shocked.  I hadn't realized no other ladies were ahead of me!  

After the turn-around I saw a few other people I knew to wave at and cheer for, including Brian.  Then the course hits the paved trail section that winds through campus, where it gets a little hilly.  This year the race was small so it was a bit lonely in there.  I only saw two men ahead of me the whole time on the trail.  After chicking the first one I chased the second one the whole way to back to Michigan Avenue, where I was finally able to pass him.  Unlike Rock CF a few weeks ago, my legs felt good and strong finishing.  It was much slower than my best Martian time, but it was a solid tempo run at the end of a less-than-ideal marathon build-up.  

Brian did an amazing job with his race!  He has not been a fan of 10Ks but this one might have made him a convert - even in the wintry conditions!


After the race I ran a couple of cool down miles (in a white-out), then hit Starbucks to warm up with coffee and oatmeal.  Then it was back to the races to cheer on some fellow RUNdetroit Flight Club friends as they finished the half marathon.  I also picked up my award - a stein and medallion from Glass Academy as well as a free entry for next year's Martian 10K.  YAY!



Time
43:20

Pace
6:59/Mile

Fuel
banana

Tunes
E.T. / Katy Perry
S.O.B. / Nathanial Rateliff & The Nightsweats
Shut Up and Dance / WALK THE MOON
Caught Up / Jessica Hernandez & the Deltas
St. Cecelia / Foo Fighters
Born Again Teen / Lucius
Random Name Generator / Wilco
Swell Content / Speedy Ortiz
Something About You / Lucius
Girl From Mars / Ash
The Walker / Fitz & the Tantrums
Deceptacon / Jessica Hernandez & the Deltas
Cadillac, Cadillac / Train

Finally it was time to go meet the 50+ students (4-5th Grade Girls Running Club, plus other boys and girls in K-5) and my co-captain who were coming to run the Martian Kids' Marathon from my school.  Since February the kids have been running and logging miles, trying to run 25 miles total.  Saturday they were lining up to run their final 1.2 miles of the marathon.  At the end they would each receive a marathon medal for their hard work.  
I was so proud of all the mini martians!  While we waited in the cold, the kids warmed up with high knees and knee hugs to get their muscles ready.  Then they ran their hearts out, with smiles on their faces.  Crossing the finish line with these kids made my heart happier than crossing it during my own race.


And see that girl in the pink?  Watch out for that one.  She may be small but she's determined and she's got quite a kick.


Sunday, March 13, 2016

Stepping Out of My Comfort Zone

I'll go run hills next week.  I first said this a month ago but each week came and went without me running any hills.  The first time I didn't go because I was sick.  Valid excuse.  Then my friend was going to do a long run with me in Detroit.  I abandoned my plans in a heartbeat to stay and run with her.  Then Brian and I planned a spur-of-the-moment weekend trip.  Hey, I can't go if we're out of town. Last week I was really going to go . . . but the roads were icy/snowy/slushy and it's a 45-minute drive to PR Fitness in Ann Arbor where I was running.  Running close to home just sounded nicer.

That brings us to yesterday.  No more excuses.  The Boston Marathon is just over 5 weeks away and if I want to have a halfway decent race experience I need to get my butt on some hills.  Real hills.  Not the overpass that leaves me breathless on the Green RUNdetroit loop.  Not the rolling bumps of Hines Drive in Dearborn.  No.  HILLS.  

Training this week was my toughest yet.  I'm at peak mileage and my legs have been toast since Tuesday.  Forget a tempo run.  As yesterday's 20-miler drew closer, I started to worry.  I knew I could run the miles but with what my week has felt like on flat land, I was sure to be a snail on hills!  I texted Coach Terra, asking for her advice.  She told me that my legs are tired from the week's volume, not to worry about pace, and the hills would be fun.  It will be good for you, Terra said.

Okay, coach says do it.  And that's when I finally admitted the real reason I've been putting this off.  It wasn't the miles, the hills, the pace.  I was nervous.  Nervous to run with a new group.  All the what-ifs.  What if I don't have someone to run with?  What if I get lost?  What if people aren't friendly?  What if I have a bathroom issue in the middle of nowhere?

As it turned out, I met another girl who is training for Boston.  We ran together and talked the whole time.  The miles passed easily.  Because I was running with people there was no way I could get lost.  Everyone was friendly before, during, and after the run.  All my worries went unfounded.  Well . . . except for that last worry about the bathroom issue. Story of my life.  But even that could have been worse.

Now that I've gone out to PR Fitness once I'm looking forward to going back.  Friendly people, hills, new places to run, water stops.  If you never step out of your comfort zone you might never find out what you're missing.



Sunday, April 26, 2015

On the Run: Martian Invasion of Races 10K 2015

I've been running Martian races since 2010, when I stupidly signed up for my first half marathon the day before the event, lack of training be damned.  Since that race I've come a long way and learned many lessons on my journey (some lessons were more painful than others!).  

As I'm coming back from a long and painful hamstring injury, I'm experience running and racing in a whole new light.  It was with a heavy heart that I made my decision not to go to Boston this year.  As much as I wanted to be a part of the experience again - run the race I'd been planning on since requalifying there last year - I knew my body was not ready for it.  Why risk reinjury?  Why run the race and not enjoy it because I was miserable?  Brian and I talked about going to Boston for race weekend but in my heart I knew that would have been hard for me.  In the end we decided to stay home.

When I made the decision to stay in Dearborn I also did two other things: I signed up for the Martian 10K and got the Girls Running Club started again at my school.  Another teacher and I coach the 4th-5th grade girls to help them log 25 miles in the weeks leading up to the Martian Kids Marathon.  Then on race day, they run their final 1.2.  If I was going to be home I was going to make the most of it!

After I signed up for my race my friend Megan from RUNdetroit asked me if I would pace her for the race.  I didn't have to think twice!  I love Megan and don't get to run with her often enough.   

Race day dawned bright and beautiful.  And warm.  HOT if you ask those running the marathon and half marathon.  Temps reached into the 70's for the kids race at noon.  One thing I love about Martian is that my house is 1.5 miles from the starting line so I can avoid parking and porta potties, plus get in a nice warm-up run on the way.  Megan came over to run there with Brian and me.  He was running the 5K.  We got to the race with only about 10 minutes to spare - just long enough to meet up with the rest of the RUNdetroit Flight Club group that was running and get a group picture.  Our friend Lee was running the 10K, too, and decided to run with us.  


I really like the 10K course.  I ran the half for 4 years and while it's not bad, it's honestly not that great.  The 10K has you on Hines for just long enough not to get boring.  Before that you see some nice Dearborn homes and the Dearborn Country Club. Afterwards you hit the Rouge Gateway Trail and run through UM-Dearborn campus, which has some nice rolling hills.  Megan, Lee, and I stayed together the whole time.  I entertained them with stories to pass the time.  We got some shoutouts for our RUNdetroit jerseys, which is always fun.  


Megan had two goals and she met her secondary goal.  She finished 3rd in her age group. I was so proud of her!  


After the race we stuck around while the other Flight Club members finished the 10K. I love celebrating their PR's with them!  Then we went to Starbucks to refuel and I headed back to the finish area to check on half marathoners.  At that point my girls were starting to arrive for the Kids Marathon.  For most of them it was their first race ever and they were nervous and excited all at once.  They were asking me so many questions!  When it was go time they went for it!  Some of them a little too fast and they had to walk but they always started up again.  I went back for one of my girls who was struggling.  She was jogging when she could and at the end was able to run it in hard to cross the finish line.  I was so proud of each and every one of my 33 students that completed their race that day!

One pain-free lesson I've learned is this: Sometimes you need to run races for other people.  I ran for Megan and I ran for my girls.  I wasn't in Boston last weekend but I ran with happy legs and a happy heart.  And in the end, shouldn't that be why we all run?

Time
52:39

Pace
8:28/Mile

Fuel
CLIF Shot (Vanilla)

Tunes
None - Just the sound of my own voice!

Brian ran his first Martian race and finished 4th in his age group.  He got a PR and his first racing award!

Did you run a Martian Race this year?  Tell me about it!

Sunday, May 4, 2014

On the Run: Boston Marathon 2014


My fingers have hovered over they keyboard for long enough now that I may as well just start typing.  There are so many things to write about the Boston Marathon that I hardly know where to start!  It was an amazing experience from start to finish.  And by start I don't just mean the start of the race to when I crossed the finish line.  I mean from the time Brian and I boarded the plane in Detroit filled with Boston jacket-clad runners to when we were offered pre-boarding back to Detroit simply because I ran the marathon. The race was unbelievable but so was the city and the people and the stories.  Those are the things that I want to describe but I don't know if I can find the right words.  Not in this post at least.  

Saturday

Let me set the stage for you.  We got into Boston Saturday morning, after an amazingly easy and short flight.  I was able to sleep for the whole thing.  I had been up early for my last run before the race (3 miles) so the nap was needed.  After checking in we walked to Fenway Park for the Red Sox game.  On the way we walked past Copley Square and just happened to pass by right when the B.A.A. Invitational Mile was starting.  We saw the women's race and the winner finished in 4:44.0.  Amazing!   

Then it was on to the game.  We had fantastic seats right next to the Green Monster.  The Red Sox pulled out a win against the Orioles.  Big Papi hit a home run, there was nearly a benches-clearing brawl, and I didn't get hit with a foul ball.  We left in the 9th so we could beat the crowds and get a move on to the expo.

Oh my - THE EXPO!  This was the biggest race expo I have ever seen!  I was overwhelmed. First I got my race bib, runner passport, and shirt.  My shirt was too big so they let me exchange for a smaller size.  This rarely happens at expos and I think I told the shirt lady I loved her for it!   
Then we moved onto the vendor part of the expo.  So many shoes and shirts and samples.  The Adidas booth was enormous! And very crowded.  Thankfully I already had my Boston jacket because they were out of my size. (And because I'm superstitious, it was still unopened in my suitcase, where it would remain until after the marathon!)  Since Brian had given me a gift card to Marathon Sports for my birthday back in October I didn't want to buy anything at the expo.  We were just going to go to the store tomorrow so I could use the card there.  I did see some cool shirts but nothing that I felt I I HAD to buy.  It was fun just to look around.  I was excited to see VEGA Sport was there with some of their products.  Years ago I was a big fan of their regular protein powder but never tried their Sport line.  I had no idea how much it's expanded!  I spoke with one of the reps and she gave me a couple of their gels to try, which I didn't even know they had. The gels are made with dates, so they are much more natural than the CLIF Shots that I'm used to using.  I'm excited to try them out and give a report.

After the expo we walked to dinner and then finally got back to the hotel.  By that point we'd walked probably 6 miles.  No biggie, right?  

Sunday

Wrong.  I woke up Sunday with shin splints.  Okay, not going to panic.  We walked to the Boston Duck Tour - gingerly - me coughing the whole way.  Yes, I guess this would be a good time to mention that I had a horrible cough going on 2 weeks now.  Perfect timing, right?  haha.  A few days before the race I got a steroid shot and started on an oral steroid taper (unfortunately NOT the kind to make me run faster - I asked!).  It wasn't working fast enough.  So Sunday would be a day of rest and hydration.  We did the Duck Tour, which was so much fun.  We walked around a little but not much.  Then it was back to the hotel to ice my shins and take a nap.  Brian was kind to go out and get my usual pre-race dinner - Subway veggie on Italian and Baked Lays - so I didn't have to walk any extra.  Then it was bedtime and I actually slept pretty well.

Marathon Monday

Our wake-up call came at 5:30am.  My alarm went off at the same time, just to be safe. This was it!  Race day!! 

At the Hotel

The first thing I did was get dressed and pin on my bib.  While I got ready Brian went out and got Starbucks for me.  This was my first gamble of the day - and kind of a big one at that. 

First of all, I've never eaten oatmeal before a race or a long run.  I always eat chia pudding. However, my start time wasn't until 10:25 whereas my other marathons have been at 7-7:30am.  I figured if I was eating at 6am I would be okay.  I also knew that for such an intense course, chia pudding just wasn't going to cut it.  I would need more carbs. The other part of the gamble was the coffee.  I've never had coffee before a race either but again, with so many hours before the start I figured (hoped, prayed) I would be okay. I still had sore shins so I took an Aleve, plus my cough prescription and a Mucinex.  Oy vey.

In the lobby there was a huge table set up with piles of bananas on it and bottles of water.  I already had a race-day banana in hand but was able to find an even better one - probably THE best banana ever!  All the hotel staff wished me luck on my way out.  

Buses

Our hotel was in a great location for the race.  We had less than a 5-minute walk to the Boston Common, which is where all the school buses were lined up waiting to take runners to the start in Hopkinton.  I got there just after 7am and some of the red wave runners were still loading up.  I was too excited to wait around so I said good-bye to Brian, gave him a huge hug, and found the bus with the shortest line.  I immediately made friends with Donna, a girl who had run her first Boston last year.  We sat together on the bus and she told me all about her experience last year - Athletes Village, the race, the bombs, and her emotions surrounding this year's race.   We also talked about non-race things and just generally got to know each other.  She was super cool and I was grateful for the company.  







Athletes Village

Athletes Village is located at the Hopkinton High/Middle School.  It's a huge grassy field filled with runners lounging on the grass or lined up for port-a-potties or water.
Announcements are made as to when you leave the Athletes Village to walk to the start, which is about a mile away.  From the time we got to the Village to the time my wave/corral was called, I think I had about an hour and a half, most of which was spent standing in line for port-a-potties.  Twice.  Just to be safe.  I ate my perfect race day banana in between those stops.  

At 9:51, four Apache helicopters took off from Hopkinton to begin their flyover of the course. That was also the time I heard the announcement for me to begin my walk to the start line.  Donna was in a later corral so we hugged good-bye and wished each other luck. I dropped my sweat pants in a donation bag and headed off with the other white bibs.  

Partway through the walk I started to jog for a warm-up, maybe getting about half a mile in.  I wasn't too concerned, however, because I didn't want to start the race too strong anyway.  I was more worried about trying to hold myself back, given all the adrenaline and excitement! Just before I got to the starting corrals I stopped to retie and secure my laces.  Some law enforcement officers complemented me on my shoes, noting that they looked brand new.  I laughed and said, "They've seen a couple of races." Nothing more than 13.1 miles, however.  Another gamble, I thought, but they should be fine.

The Race

The Start

I got into my corral with less than 10 minutes to go.  I ditched my jacket, rechecked my laces, turned on my watch, and started my iPod.  (I knew I would only hear it about 1/4 of the time but it was my safety blanket.)  I talked to a few people while we waited to start and next thing I knew the air horn sounded and we were off.  The race had started! The 118th running of the Boston Marathon had begun and I was a part of it!  I'm pretty sure I shouted out, "This is happening!  We're running the Boston Marathon!" to no one in particular.  I'd been training for this day since before I even qualified so to actually be running the race . . . indescribable.  


Hopkinton - The first mile of the race takes you on a 130-foot downhill ride.  I was worried that the combination of gravity, crowd support, and adrenaline was going to send me careening down the road way too fast but managed to rein it in and stuck to my 7:15 pace as planned.

And then I didn't see a 7:15 pace again until mile 20.  Another gamble.  Probably my biggest one yet.

Ashland - Before I knew it one mile had gone by and we were to Ashland!  The crowd swelled near the "Ashland" banners that welcomed runners to town.  I looked at my watch and was ticking off 7:05's.  I tried to rein it in, slow it down, get back to that 7:15 planned pace.  After all, the race had only just begun.  I was still getting warmed up.  By miles 3-4 I was running sub-7's.  Too fast.

Framingham - Just before mile 5 I entered Framingham.  My favorite part of this town was the train station on the left.  There was a huge crowd stretching the whole length of it and the people-watching was amazing!  Signs, costumes, and custom tee shirts gave me a lot of good laughs.  I also passed the 10k mark in Framinghan.  Even though I was still running faster than I planned, I was relieved to see that I wasn't running my 10k pace. [Official 10k split was 7:04/mile.]

Natick - Near the beginning of town is a rare quiet moment along a peaceful lake. Then you run past beautiful old homes and into the center of town, past a big church and fire station.  The crowds were huge here!  Back in Framingham I had picked a girl to run with who was around my pace and I was still sticking with her.  We'll call her White Tank Top. She was often just a little ahead but close.  I wasn't able to hold a consistent pace, fluctuating between a 7:03-7:09.  I was struggling with wanting to slow down but wanting to keep up my pace. And keep up with White Tank Top, because my competitive nature was kicking in.  So in the end I kept up with her.  

Wellesley - I knew Wellesley was coming.  Hang on, let me back up.  I knew Wellesley College was coming.  You hear Wellesley before you see it!  It's definitely the most interesting crowd on the course.  The women of Wellesley are known for their mouths - both their lungs and their lips.  Their mission is to get kissed by a runner and many runners will stop for a kiss during the race.  I loved reading all their signs as I ran past, most of which had convincing reasons for the runner to kiss the bearer of the sign.  My favorite, however, was Fly, You Fools!  I didn't stop for a kiss but fly I did.

After you pass Wellesley College you run through downtown Wellesley, another amazing area.  The crowds here were also incredible.  It seemed like the whole town was out lining the streets!  I heard someone shout out my bib number, I was doing fist pumps to the crowds, high-fiving kids.  I was just soaking it up!  You also pass the halfway point here in Wellesley, which is pretty cool.  [Official 1/2 split was 7:04/mile.]

I'd been clocking sub-7's for the last 3 miles, keeping up with White Tank Top.  I looked at my overall time and saw I'd been running for about 1:33.  Even though I was running faster than planned this wasn't anywhere near my last half marathon pace, so I felt comfort in that.  I was feeling great and if I was going to blow up I'd already screwed myself by running too fast in the first half.  Nothing I could change now.  I would drop to a 7:05ish pace (that sub-7 stuff had to go!) and I would push as hard as I could on the hills, knowing those would slow my pace but hopefully not to more than a 7:15.  Okay, new goal established at the halfway point of the Boston Marathon.  Have you decided never to take me to Vegas with you?  ha ha!
  
Newton - The only thing I knew about Newton was the hills.  The famous Newton hills.  I knew they started after making the turn at the Newton fire station.  Thankfully I also knew about the one that came before those.  The pre-Newton hill. (Although it's also in Newton.)  This first one is a good one.  It's about half a mile long and definitely steep enough.  To me it seemed that this hill separated those who were ready for Newton and those who weren't.  I was ready.  White Tank Top?  Not ready.  I powered up that hill and never saw her again.  I passed countless runners at this point and actually made up some time on the hill.  I caught up to a girl at the top, laughed and said, "I hope that counts as one of the hills!"  Unfortunately she didn't realize I was joking.  The next few hills weren't too bad - at least not on their own - but I started to feel the cumulative effect in my quads.  My pace was starting to slow a bit with each mile and by the time I neared mile 20 I was down to a 7:14.  Not bad, considering that was my original goal pace, but still slower than I'd been running.

At mile 20 I had my second gel and some water. Then without warning, my legs seemed to turn to lead.  I hadn't hit the wall in my previous marathons but could this be what it feels like? There was another hill that seemed to go on forever.  Was this Heartbreak Hill?  No.  Not yet.  It was awful.  My body just wasn't working right.  I couldn't pick up the pace.  I needed to chill out and refocus.  I thought of family and friends wishing me luck and soaked up the cheering crowds.  I heard someone shout out, "Go green!" and knew it was for me.  That was enough to help me get back on track.  I may not have been moving faster but I was okay with that.  Heartbreak was coming and it was going to take everything I had.

I sort of expected some "Welcome to Heartbreak Hill" sign but there wasn't one.  I'd watched the course preview video a couple of times so I knew the landmarks.  The crowd swelled. I could feel a good incline and my pace slowed to a 7:30.  But there had been so many hills in the race that I honestly wasn't convinced it was Heartbreak until about halfway up the hill!  What makes Heartbreak so challenging is not the half-mile incline in and of itself (although that is tough!) but it's that it comes 20.5 miles into the race - after all the other hills.  I was still able to push myself a bit but not at all like I did when I first came blazing into Newton.

After Heartbreak I picked up the pace, happy to have crested the hill and put that last BIG hill behind me!  I also had the roaring crowds of Boston College to give me a boost and managed to knock out a sub-7 mile 22.  And then I started to slow down.  

Brookline - All I remember about Brookline is starting to get tired.  I was holding a 7:13 pace.  At this point there are about 3 miles to go.  I was doing a lot of talking to myself. 3 miles.  That's just a 5k. That's about 22 minutes of running.  I can keep running for 22 more minutes.  The crowds were huge all down Beacon Street so that was a big help but it was starting to not be enough.  My legs never wanted to stop but I was just getting tired.  Then I saw it in the distance - the Citgo sign.  Like the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg, it watches over the city of Boston, and lets runners know they have one more mile left.  I was so happy to see that sign!  



Boston You don't actually enter Boston until mile 24.8.  I saw the Citgo sign in front of me.  The Boston banners were welcoming me to the city.  House of Pain's "Jump Around" was just starting to play on my iPod.  1.4 more miles to go.  I checked my pace.  Right at goal.  Just jog it in.  You can do this.  But that last mile seemed to stretch on longer than a normal mile.  How about a 10-minute mile?  I can do that.  No shame.  My quads were screaming at me.  I settled in around a 7:40 pace.  Just jog it in.  And then suddenly, the runners ahead of me were turning.  They were turning right!  



RIGHT on HEREFORD!  The first of the two famous turns.  The crowd was getting bigger. And louder.  There's an incline on Hereford but I hardly noticed because then I was turning left onto Boylston.  My smile was huge as I ran the final stretch.  I was turning my head from side to side, trying to see everything, enjoy every second of those last few blocks. The crowds were incredible.  And then before I knew it the finish line was right in front of me.




The Finish - As I crossed the finish line I raised my arms above my head and smiled for the cameras.  Of my three marathons this was the best I've felt crossing the finish line - physically, mentally, and emotionally.  I ran a better race than I could have hoped for.  I was handed my medal, a heat cape, and water.  I was congratulated many times over by race volunteers.  I couldn't thank them enough!  



I wanted to find Brian right away and went straight to the Family Meeting Area.  It didn't take him long to get there from his spot on Boylston Street.  I'd met some great guys from Portland who took our picture and then we headed back to the hotel, which was only a mile walk.  



When all was said and done, I ended up finishing in 3:07:38.  I was 3680 overall and 277 out of all women.  Best of all I beat my goal of 3:10:00 and set a new PR by over 7 minutes!  All the gambles I took worked out in my favor.  Looking back at those last two miles, I wonder if I could have run faster. Should I have pushed harder at the end?  I think about Rita Jeptoo running a 4:48 mile 24 and think Maybe I should have run just a little bit faster.  But I can't think that way.  No regrets. I ran an amazing race and I most importantly I loved every moment.   

Time
3:07:38

Pace
7:10/Mile

Fuel
Starbucks fruit and nut oatmeal, Tall Pike Place coffee, banana (pre-race)
2 vanilla CLIF Shots (miles 12 and 20)

Playlist*
Boston / Auguestana
Fast in My Car / Paramore
Shut Up and Drive / Paramore
Dear Rosemary / Foo Fighters
Cruise [remix] (feat. Nelly) / Florida Georgia Line
Birth in Reverse / St. Vincent
Boom Boom Pow / Black Eyed Peas
The Innocent / Mayer Hawthorne
The Monster / Eminem ft. Rihanna
Big Girls You Are Beautiful / Mika
Mountain Sound / Of Monsters and Men
So What / Pink
Don't Stop Me Now / Queen
Rattlesnake / St. Vincent
Race for the Prize / The Flaming Lips
Anklebiters / Paramore
Perfect Situation / Weezer
Sweet Emotion / Aerosmith
Mallie Chan /Otto Vector
Man / Neko Case
Uprising / Muse
Chop and Change / The Black Keys
Just Stand Up! / Beyonce, Mary J. Blige, Rihanna, Fergie
50 Ways to Say Goodbye / Train
Lose Yourself / Eminem
Everything Will Change / Gavin DeGraw
After the Disco / Broken Bells
Locked Out of Heaven / Bruno Mars
Mercy / Duffy
Gonna Leave You / Queens of the Stone Age
Demons / Imagine Dragons
Don't Save You / Haim
Discipline / Nine Inch Nails
What Makes You Beautiful / One Direction
Change / Churchill
Blurred Lines / Robin Thick
Radioactive / Imagine Dragons
Eye of the Tiger / Survivor
Instant Karma! / John Lennon
The Walker / Fitz & the Tantrums
Blood for Poppies / Garbage
Supermassive Black Hole / Muse
Bulletproof / La Roux
Machu Picchu / The Strokes
Digital Witness / St. Vincent
Brave / Sara Bareilles 
I Won't Give Up (feat. Jason Mraz) / Straight No Chaser
Bruises (feat. Ashley Monroe) / Train
Jump Around / House of Pain
Story of My Life / Bon Jovi

*I didn't put a lot of time into my playlist, knowing I would keep the volume low to hear the crowds.  I used as many climb/hill/mountain songs as possible, many of which happened to come on at key points.  A good chunk of the songs came from my running friend Sarah, who also ran Boston.  Thanks, Sarah!   

Post-Race

Back at the hotel I was greeted by cheerleaders and received a free 5-minute massage. Ahhh!  After I showered and changed we walked a couple of blocks to a tiny sushi place where I had a couple of veggie rolls.  Then we took the T to the athlete Open House at Fenway Park.  We had an amazing view of the field and I got to meet Wally the Green Monster! 







Next we headed across the street to the "Mile 27" post-race party at the House of Blues. It wasn't the, uh, hippest crowd, but I really wanted to see the elites get their awards and give their speeches.  Listening to the details of the women's race left me open-mouthed. A 5k pace - for a marathon.  Course records for the top three women. Rita Jeptoo with her lightning fast mile 24.  Shalane Flanagan setting a US women's course record and a PR yet still placing 7th.  Unbelievable.  And I ran in the same race they did.  A little slower of course.  (wink wink)

Speaking of the elites, here are some are some amazing photos that Brian took of them as they made their turn onto Boylston Street:

Rita Jeptoo
Shalane Flanagan
Meb Keflezighi

After the awards were handed out the party continued but Brian and I were exhausted.  It had been a long day for us both so we walked back to the T and headed to the hotel. 

Will I be back next year?  You bet I will be!