Awake at 4 waiting for the alarm to go off at 5 am. Phase I: Get on the hotel shuttle to Boston Common where the buses waited to take runners to Athletes Village.
My starting time was at 10:40 am. It was difficult knowing what I would do with all my time and I didnâ€™t want to eat a lot. I never do before a race, but knew I needed something more than just my standard banana with peanut butter and a Snickers Marathon Bar. I took a bite of a toasted Ezekiel Bagel (gluten free) which I had toasted on Saturday morning. It was dry, soft and somewhat stale but one of the few things I felt safe eating. I would eat the banana and Marathon Bar at 8:30 am, 2 hours before the start of the race and nibble at the bagel up to the race (I ended up eating about 1/4 of it).
Ted helped my put sunscreen on. I rubbed Arnica Gel on both my hamstrings. My bib number was on, fuel gels (4) of them plus a 5-Hour Energy drink, sports beans, candied ginger slices and my cell phone were packed in my green bag that would eventually be handed over to the buses for the finish of the race. I left for the lobby at 6 am. *Ted was going to ride his bike as far as he could along the course.
There were a lot of people in the lobby. We all sat on the floor and talked, finding out about each other and eyeing each others bib numbers to determine who was in what wave, impressed by the lowest bib numbers. One girl, in Wave 2, the 15000 range, had only done up to 14 miles as her long run due to injuries over the winter. She was nervous about the race. It was her 6th marathon.
Suddenly, everyone got up and we headed out the door, expecting to see the shuttle. There was no shuttle. Who made the false call?! We were perfectly content inside where it was warm. We waited 15 more minutes outside for the shuttle to Boston Common (Tremont side).
The hotel bus dropped us off a block from the Common. There were lines of buses and people.
This was going to take FOR â€“ EV-ER! I headed for the porta-potty since I had read what a long ride it was to Athletes Village. Besides, the porto-potty would block the wind. How long could I manage to stay in there?!
The line for the buses to Athletes Village moved right along, barely allowing us to stand still for very long. It was cold and windy but I had a fleece shirt on with knit pants and ended up covering my head with my Humane Society blanket (actually Shaneâ€™s blanket but he let me borrow it ). I was on the bus and amazingly calm. Where were my nerves?! I looked out over the sea of people. Some had first wave bibs on but didnâ€™t seem panicked. They had been through this before.
It was a long ride to the Village. The buses got on route 90, we passed the Sheraton in Framingham. I thought â€œMy Gosh! Iâ€™m on the road back to Utica!â€. It seemed such a long way. Luckily it was only a fleeting thought that I had to run all the way back. Heak! What was I doing?!!
The bus was alive with conversation. Once again, we all exchanged stories and got to know details about our race history, training, trials, tribulations. So far, the morning was just flying by.
Athletes Village, 8:40 am.
A mass of people milling around everywhere.
It was wide open, still windy, but sunny. There were tents but they didnâ€™t block the wind. Power Bars were available as were bagels, coffee and water. A small tent offered last minute Vaseline to prevent potential chafing.
I had a seat cushion with me to sit on while waiting for my wave to be called but I was too restless so I got up and in line for the porto-potty. That porto-potty line seems to be my â€œgo-toâ€ place on race day. The first wave was being called â€œRed Bib colorsâ€. Music played as the loud speaker announced the time, lost people, found items, and so on. He reported a â€œbunny-earâ€ sighting. His jokes made me laugh.
It was 9:30 and I found a dry spot to sit down with my cushion, huddled under my blanket with socks on my hands. I put my cell phone in my fuel belt (which was only a one pocket belt that held my sports beans and candied ginger, no liquid holder, but a small â€œpurseâ€ for my phone), my gel pack in my shirt pockets as well as the 5 Hour energy. At 10 AM Wave 3 was called. There were still white bibs (Wave 2) walking around. I was in no rush to hand over my warm clothes to the buses but it had to be done. It very easy finding the bus with my bib number category on it. A girl hung out the window ready to take my bag. All that was left was to get to the starting line, a .7 mile walk. I took my time, wishing I had kept the blanket wrapped around my legs to keep me warm. I could have handed it off to the people taking discarded clothing.
By the time I was in the coral, there were only 4 minutes until the start. I thought how quickly the morning was flying by. The organization was outstanding. Not a glitch so far. Garmin on. GO!
10:40 AM and my feet were already running. There wasnâ€™t the usual start-stop routine in big races. It was immediate running. The first 5K was a struggle even though I was running fast. My legs were heavy and the usual thoughts of â€œwhy am I doing this?â€ entered my mind. Someone said: â€œ.2 miles done, 26 to go.â€
My Boston Marathon Experience:
Crowds were already lining the street. I kept hearing people call out the name â€œAMYâ€. This went on for miles. It finally dawned on me that Amy wasnâ€™t just a really, really popular girl, she had her name on her shirt and everyone was reading out her name, cheering her on. There was also a â€œFionaâ€ and a â€œKerryâ€, â€œDana Farber” , â€œWal-Martâ€ .. other names and charities being called out. The first 5K past quickly. I glanced at my Garmin and had just completed the fasted 5K of my life, 24:56.
The course was rolling. There were the down hills but I found it more rolling than down hill. My legs were ok with it. I stayed slightly left or right of the middle of the road. I had read so much about the course, I looked for different landmarks along the way. At mile 2 was TJâ€™s Food and Spirits. I tossed my long sleeve shirt since my body had finally warmed up.
I completely missed Framingham. My focus at that point was to run across a series of railroad tracks, knowing that this was the area where the course would flatten out and I should try to run at pace or at least find a comfortable, even stride.
I looked for the Lake and knew I was in Natick, more rolling terrain, although nothing extreme. My first Clif Mocha Gel at mile 5 1/2.
Wellesley followed Natick but my mind kept jumping ahead. I was actually looking FORWARD to reaching the challenging Newton Hills. It was all I could think about. As each mile past, I got more excited to see how my body would take those hills. But back to Wellesleyâ€¦ I took my 5 hour energy drink.
Yes the girls were screaming. It was a fun portion of the course. I kept to the left to watch the guys enjoy the kisses. There was a young college guy holding a sign that was amusing â€œWITH THAT MUCH STAMINA, I WANT TO MEET YOU!â€.
*Ted was on his bike and made it to Wellesley before having to turn back to make it to the finish line to meet me. These are the photos he took along the route.
The military marching in full pack and leading the way.
In the lead at this point, until this gal tripped and sprained her ankle, then her dream was over.
The elite women
Cresting the hill
Ryan Hall leads the pack at this point
Mile 19 and hoofinâ€™ it.
He took a photo of the Citco sign although he saw it a lot farther off than I did.
The finish area and the mass of people
Back to my race:
Mile 14 scared me. My legs began to feel like jelly. My thought was â€œOh no! Iâ€™ve gone out too fast and now Iâ€™m going to bonk really early.â€ Even though I didnâ€™t have a gel scheduled for this point, I thought it would be wise to take one. I had a Clif fruit gel (no caffeine) as soon as I came to the water/Gatorade station. My face felt hot so instead of water, I had Gatorade which I splashed all over me. Sticky, sticky, sticky. *I NEVER stop at aid stations. I canâ€™t. I jog through, afraid that if I stop, I wonâ€™t get going again. I donâ€™t want to lose that forward momentum.
Mile 16. I think I smiled at this point, knowing I was ready. The first hill is at about 16 1/5 near route 128 although I donâ€™t think itâ€™s considered a â€œNewton Hillâ€. The first long yet not steep Newton Hill is at about 17 1/2 . I remembered a tip about using my arms to get up those hills, and I did. Continuing to go up and down and thinking this really isnâ€™t that bad. Iâ€™m still running and I have no desire to walk. But there were quite a lot of people walking. One guy asked a girl, â€œwas that Heartbreak? are we over it?â€. She said â€œNo. Thereâ€™s another sectionâ€. At mile 18 1/2, it was time for the Turbo Clif Shot. That was my 100 mg shot of caffeine. It would have to take me to the finish. I knew I could do it. Nothing was hurting. My body was numb.
It seemed like there were porto-potties and aide stations everywhere. There was no shortage of water or Gatorade, fuel gels, and bars. Kids were handing out frozen ice sticks, ice cubes, pretzel rods, all sorts of food. The support was OUTSTANDING! Food, Fuel, and SPIRIT! Everything a runner needs to keep going.
Unfortunately, I had to make a pit stop at mile 22. I really donâ€™t think it messed up my time too much because after that stop, I pushed on a little faster for a few minutes which I wouldnâ€™t have done if I hadnâ€™t stopped. I was relaxed. Physically, I was tired so I slowed down and sped up, kind of playing a game with myself. People were walking. I couldnâ€™t understand it because we were SO CLOSEâ€¦ just push through. The discomfort wasnâ€™t going to last long. Such a short time. Do it! In fact, â€œYOU CAN DO ITâ€ was written in the middle of the road in quite a few places up those hills and there after. The crowd at this point, were yelling â€œYouâ€™ve got this!â€ â€œYouâ€™re almost thereâ€. Great support.
I looked up and WHAM! There was the Citgo sign. It came up on me so suddenly. I had been looking forward to seeing it on the course, knowing that I would almost be home but then COMPLETELY forgotten about it during the race. There it was. FANTASTIC!
*By the way, the course is still offering itâ€™s little hills here and there so when everyone says â€œitâ€™s all down hill and flat from Heartbreakâ€, donâ€™t believe them. But then, I might just be hill sensitive.
I was pushed to the right by other runners and took a sharp turn onto Hereford Street. This was it. I knew the corner up ahead was going to make me laugh or cry. Up hill and to the left onto Boylston Street. The big blue finish sign with the glowing yellow letters, I could see it. I wanted to sprint but couldnâ€™t. I was passing people but not getting there fast enough.
The turn onto Boylston Street to the finish line was the longest stretch in the entire race. It seemed to take me forever to reach the finish. I held my arms up, crossed the line and couldnâ€™t believe it. Was that it? Did I just run the Boston Marathon? I looked at my Garmin:
Oh My Gosh! 1 minute off from my goal time! Can you even believe there was a fleeting NANO-SECOND of disappointment?! Then I came to my senses and knew I had done it.
Exact time and statsâ€¦
I PRâ€™d for my 5k. Not so good on the 10K. PRâ€™d for my halfâ€¦ and finished 23 seconds slower than my BQ. Iâ€™m one happy runner.
You canâ€™t be in a rush after the race. You move slowly to get your space blanket. Someone puts a sticker on the blanket to hold it together. You keep walking where you get your medal. You see people sitting and crying. People in wheel chairs. The medics calling for more wheel chairs, water. Youâ€™re given a plastic bag with a bagel, potato chips, fruit cup, Gatorade Recovery drink, another bottle of water, and a PowerBar Recovery snack. Bananas are handed out. People were eating but all I could think about was getting my bag, getting my Ginger Ale (I felt so nauseous), and getting my sandals on because my feet hurt.
Funny thing about the marathon and this is why I wonâ€™t stop and walk:
I get tired. I slow down. I speed up as I recover. This happens mile after mile. Sometimes the desire to quit is so great and I have to remind myself how much I want this. My go to mantra is â€œthis is just a small amount of time in the rest of the day, you can do thisâ€. Itâ€™s true. The aches or pains are only temporary. My body goes numb. I continue running. As soon as I cross the finish line, within a minute, my legs begin to ache, my feet throb and I feel sick to my stomach. That didnâ€™t happen when I made a pit stop. Was it because my brain knew the race wasnâ€™t over? It didnâ€™t allow my body to feel the stress it was under until the job was done. Our bodies are amazing machines. And the brain saysâ€¦â€Thanks for coming through for me once again. â€œ
The marathon begins as a mental and physical challenge: Mental because youâ€™re questioning yourself, thinking â€œ26 plus miles to go. Can I do it?â€. Physical because you have to convince your legs and your body that it wants to go that distance. Everything is heavy and you wonder how you will make it. The race turns into a physical challenge as you get tired, the 18 â€“ 20 mile mark. Now the mental race begins. Somehow you have to talk yourself into moving forward, reminding yourself of the goal and how badly you want it. If you enjoy challenging yourself, exceeding limits you wondered if you were capable of, you should run a marathon. You always have more energy than you think you have.
The ultimate challenge of body and mind.
Months, weeks, days, hours of preparation, mental and physical.
Enjoying every small success along the way.
When the day finally arrives, youâ€™re prepared.
Push past the doubts, fears.
Have Faith. Confidence. Strength.
Donâ€™t give into peer pressure when others around you walk, quit.
This day is all about you.
Want it badly enough to numb yourself to the onset of aches, pains.
Know that what you are experiencing is just a short period of time in the
rest of your day, in the rest of your life.
You can do it.
Move forward and donâ€™t stop until you reach your goal.
You see it ahead. Itâ€™s so close but physically seems so far.
You did it. You can believe it. You left it all out there but now you own it.
Ted and I enjoyed our own little celebration in Little Italy. We had wine, ate a lot of gourmet Italian and walked towards the water front. I finally felt like I deserved to wear my jacket.
April 18th, 2011. 115th Boston Marathon. 3 hours, 47 minutes, 14 seconds.
Average (official)pace: 8:40
|Mile 1: 8:09
Mile 2: 7:55
Mile 3: 7:51
Mile 4: 7:44
Mile 5: 8:10
Mile 6: 8:07
Mile 7: 8:02
Mile 8: 8:06
Mile 9: 8:02
|Mile 10: 8:21
Mile 11: 8:25
Mile 12: 8:12
Mile 13: 8:14
Mile 14: 8:26
Mile 15: 8:33
Mile 16: 8:05
Mile 17: 8:37
Mile 18: 7:53
|Mile 19: 9:23
Mile 20: 9:02
Mile 21: 9:06
Mile 22: 8:52
Mile 23: 9:12
Mile 24: 9:12
Mile 25: 8:15
Mile 26: 7:43