Full Boston Marathon report ahoy! This has some funny bits and some running bits. I hope you enjoy it no matter your bits preference.
I woke up (as one does!)
I felt pretty good, all things considered. I checked the weather. I went outside (warm! already!) I decided to go with no sleeves because damn it was already warm at 8:00. In hindsight, this was mostly the correct choice.
(Everything is more exciting on Marathon Monday)
We headed downtown. Copley was slight cooler than Roslindale.
Bag check was a breeze. Leaving Boylston (temporarily) I walked over to catch the bus to Hopkinton.
The bus was ridden.
Hopkinton is a well oiled machine but somehow the line for the bathroom was still 15 minutes long. In between waiting in line and talking to people I drank a liter of water and a couple of cups of Gatorade. “With what I drank at home, that’s a good base,” I thought.
Eventually, the race started. I went out hesitantly. If you look at my 5k, 10k and 1/2 marathon times I should be capable of running under 4 hours for the marathon. I went out hoping to do around 2:15 or 2:20 for the half and 4:30 for the whole race. I ended up doing 2:17 for the half. I felt pretty good, physically. My training paid off. I ran comfortably.
Except! It was damn hot.
Early on I started to get nervous about the heat and my hydration. I took water at every stop, but by mile 7 or 8 I started to get a little bit of a headache. Not a great sign. I started doubling up at water stops, trying to play catch-up. Which was tough because I didn’t want to drink too much as that presents its own dangers, ranging from simply being uncomfortable to water intoxication, which can kill you. I didn’t want either, so I tried to thread the needle.
My splits for the first 30k
1/2 marathon 2:16:50
Which means I was comfortably in my range for the first 25k, running between 30 and 37 minute 5ks. Manageable. I had slowed down a bit after the half, but that’s when the course gets tough so that’s acceptable. I should have had something left for the finish which is relatively easy once you crest Heartbreak.
Except, I didn’t. I had nothing. I ran the next 5k in 47 minutes and the 5k after than in 45. Realistically I was hoping to do those sections in the 30 minute range. Obviously things didn’t go as planned.
My problems started around mile 15. I had been working at hydration for a while and around there I started to worry that I wasn’t going to recover. No matter how much I drank I never felt okay. My face was crusty with salt. The heat was an issue. The wind was as well. It was windy enough that I felt like any perspiration was immediately lost to evaporation, I don’t know if that’s going to actually dehydrate a person faster but psychologically it sure feels like it.
Then I turned east at the firehouse. I knew Boston was going to be cooler, but I didn’t really realize “Boston” mean Newton. My hands were already a bit numb from just being in the air for a few hours. As soon as I hit the firehouse I felt like I was carrying two Popsicles. There was a breeze off the water that hit me in the worst possible way. The combination of my slight dehydration and that blast of cool air make me feel like hell. My back and shoulders collectively said “nope” and seized up.
I felt crummy, but sucked it up for the most part. Pounding my (just under) Clydesdale ass up the Newton hills and then going into operation shutdown on the descents. My pride wouldn’t allow me to do anything other than run the hills, so I had to take respite where I could. I was the weird guy walking on the downhills.
Eventually, I made it to Heartbreak. I saw my lovely wife, which was a great mental boost. I stopped (!) and chatted, because what the hell. I knew I was doomed for any sort of time and just wanted to enjoy myself from there on in.
After that I spent the next 3-4 miles trying to recover so I could make it to the finish under my own power. At that point I had a “stitch” that wrapped the whole way around my torso, my shoulders were up by my ears, my hands felt like icicles, I had developed a blister and my legs (!) were starting to cramp; so I had some issue to work through. I basically walked in between landmarks. Comm Ave after BC? I’m walking. Beacon Street after Cleveland Circle. I’m walking. Eventually, between about a million different little things I did over about an hour, I started to feel like a human being again.
And so I ran. I ended up running in the last 1.5 miles or so straight through. It sucked, but I had pulled it together enough to at least finish with some style. All of the photos posted here are from that section of the run. I don’t look half bad for a jogging cadaver.
And then I finished.
It was pretty incredible. If you’ve been a spectator, cheering people on at any of the bigger spots, you know what it’s like. Wall to wall people screaming encouragement all day. The thing that’s amazing is experiencing that for 26 miles. It’s a wall of support basically unbroken for the entire course. There are sections that are louder, of course, and there are a few sections where there’s truly no one for a half mile or so, but you are generally bathed in sound and encouragement for the whole race. It’s really nuts. The support is overwhelming. Even if I hadn’t recovered a bit through Brookline, the support I got through Kenmore would have propelled me through the finish. You can just catch a mob of folks, out there having a good time, and all of a sudden 50 people are chanting your name.
So, as tough as it was, it was a truly memorable experience. All the training, preparation and fundraising for MassBike (which is still open until the 30th, BTW) was totally worth it. I don’t know that I’d do it again (it’s hard!) but having done it once is an experience I’m going to treasure forever.
I’ve got one final auction item up for sale on eBay to raise funds for my Mass Bike Running to Ride campaign. Ending Monday (around the same time I’ll be finishing the Boston Marathon,) this SIGNED Cyclocross 2014 World Championships Original Print by Michael Valenti is just a killer piece that gets to the heart of bike racing. As many of you know, I’m a big fan of bike racing. I’ve been to the Tour de France in Paris, The Giro d’Italia in Rome, and the Tour of California. Michael Valenti’s art exhibits that same passion for the sport that I have so I’m really proud to be able to offer up this special work to support my Mass Bike Running to Ride Campaign.
This video from Michael Valenti himself tells the story brilliantly.
This painting was meant to be in my recent set of auctions for my Boston Marathon fundraiser. As you can see it’s a little late! Anyway, here it is. You can buy it now for $100 + shipping. All of which will go to Mass Bike.
So far I’ve run 212 miles training for the race. I’ve got 30 days to go. I’ve got one more really important workout, a 22 miler on Easter Sunday. After that it’s just taper and figure out where I’m going to eat dinner on Marathon Monday. Let’s hope it’s not takeout sitting in an ice bath.
At this point I’m basically tired all the time. I know that it gets better the closer I get to the marathon as my weekly mileage goes down, but it still doesn’t feel great to be this tired. I just have to remind myself- just 30 more days!
I’m running an auction starting next week to raise some money. I’m selling comics and some of my art. It should be fun!
In addition to those two events, I’m still asking for anything you can give to help support safer bicycling in Massachusetts. Every little bit helps me get closer to my goal. If you’ve been thinking about donating, now’s the time! I can’t tell you how much it means to me to see the support I’ve already received.
Another long run down. Beacon st. with a little bit of Marlborough thrown in. I saw a lot of cyclists out there. I'm a little jealous since I am running the race FOR Mass Bike, but I'll have plenty of time to ride in after the marathon. https://www.crowdrise.com/massbikesrunningtori/fundraiser/roblarsen