So, going into
- Have fun - always the most important goal
- Requalify for
- needed a sub 3:10 Boston
- Break the 3 hour barrier
- PR - which meant a sub 2:55:17
- Beat Lance Armstrong
- Best Ian Webber’s time (friend of mine that is in my running group) - 2:51:23
- Go sub 2:50 (2:49:59)
Now, I only broke 4 out of 7 which isn’t that bad in hindsight, but I think if I had raced this one a little smarter, I might have been able to have a legitimate crack at attaining all of them. Everyone warns you about the Boston course and how “not to go out too fast” and I even got a text from Travis Money (T$) race morning before the gun went off that said just that… most of you that know me well realize that some things I have to figure out for myself. J
I went to the doctors on Thursday and was diagnosed with a viral upper respiratory infection and there was nothing I could take to make me better. I was only hoping it wouldn’t affect the race. I left on Saturday afternoon after volunteering with Brian at the Muddy Sneaker 20k down in the High Tor wilderness on the south end of
So enough of the random pre-race stuff, I saw a few friends (Cason Jasey!) got a race shirt at packet pickup that was WAY too big for me (as usual) and had some good fun hanging with people for meals and just mainly throughout the days and hours leading up to the race. But, let’s get down to business.
Now I was registered as bib # 1991 for the marathon. This has its benefits and curses at the same time. Obviously the benefits are pretty cool in knowing that it took me only 10 seconds to cross the starting line after the gun went off, when some people it takes like 13 minutes, but also being able to start in a corral that was up near the front.
Race morning came without any hitches and I made it to athlete village without any problems. We were transported to the start via bus and this was a picture taken just moments before boarding the busses to take me to
In Athletes village, I wandered looking for anyone I knew and found no one. It was getting a little late (my wave went off at 10:00am sharp) and I decided to get into the line at the porta potties. Now remember how I was saying that a low bib was a curse? All I wanted to do was take care of my pre-race “business” and I was in line to do so. A couple behind me saw my bib and began asking me questions like, “so what kind of qualifying time do you have to run to get a bib that low?” and all these other questions. I was forced to make awkward small talk with the people and the husband was one of those “close talkers” and got right up on you when he talked to you. It was not anything bad; I just needed to do the obligatory pre-race poop and get to my corral.
I exited the porta and began looking for my corral. I was running a little late and ended up jogging to the starting line as it was farther away than I thought and we were the first corral and first wave (so I was RIGHT behind the elites) I was looking for my friend Dan Verdi, seeing as he was bib 1252, but couldn’t locate him. The gun went off and I had on gloves, a t-shirt and spandex shorts.
As soon as the gun went off the sun came out and the forecast had called for overcast skies and like 55 degrees. It was still a little cold, but it was sunny as hell and I had left my sunglasses and sunscreen in my dry clothes bag. (Rookie mistake) I never heeded those warnings about going out too fast and just started running. I clipped the first mile in 5:56 and needed to slow down BIG TIME.
At about 3miles in I came up on a small little group of about 20-30 runners and thought to myself, “oh we’re all running together, that’s nice” and it wasn’t until I had passed them that I realized that people were packing around because Lance Armstrong was in the middle of that group… Dan Verdi passed me about a minute or two later and we chatted and he said he hadn’t seen Lance yet and I told him to turn around because he was about 50 feet back! I wished Dan well and he took off and I wondered to myself if I was going to be able to hold off Lance for the entire race (how cool would that be?!?!)
I was going thru each kilometer in about 4:00 exactly and was pacing this really well thru the first 15k. Then the single K markers vanished and my pacing left. I went thru 15k in 59:05 minutes and remarked to a guy next to me that I ran that faster than my buddy Brian had done a stand alone 15k a few weeks ago. I said to him, “oh Brian’s gonna be pissed!” (sorry Brian Matthews)
I held that thru 30k (1:59:53) and was pacing really well.
The last 12k of this race, I was in a world of pain. My Psoas major muscles (the part of your hip flexor that drives your leg upwards…) was killing me and each step was pain. The wheels were officially starting to fall off. Miles were ticking by slower and slower and at mile 23, the Lance Armstrong freight train BLEW by me and I just watched him get smaller and smaller as he pulled away from me on the road.
I crossed the line in 2:53:39 and that was good for a 1:40 PR and I found out later that it qualifies me for the NYC marathon (so I don’t have to do the silly lottery system) I was pleased but utterly exhausted. Post race was great and I recovered in less than a week.
I gotta get back to training now as IM