I debated for a long time about posting about my actual race from Boston. I still have a feeling of guilt about the race. The second most popular question I've received is "Did you finish?" (after "Were you there?"). I sheepishly reply that yes I did finish nearly 2 hours before the bombs. Finishing the race hardly seems relevant anymore. I'm just thankful that nobody I know was hurt or worse on that awful day. But a few days after, I read an article (here) and found some comfort in it. So I decided its finally time to write about the race.
It's official when you receive your bib!I've lived the Boston Marathon vicariously through friends for the last 5 years. I think I knew everything there is to know about running this course without having actually run it. I knew it was a downhill out of Hopkinton and then the hills of Newton followed by the downhill after Heartbreak. I knew how important it was to go out conservatively. So I went out a little slower than race pace but by mile 2 I locked in to race pace. I really was enjoying myself and felt starstruck as I ran alongside Joan Benoit for a while and then gave a thumbs up and "Good job" to Team Hoyt. I gave high-fives to the girls of Wellesley but passed on the free kisses. I went through the half in 1:21:xx.
And then came the Newton Hills. I felt like I was running up a sand dune. The hills absolutely deflated me. Even on the backside, going through Boston College, I had nothing to give. My legs were done. A shot at a PR quickly went out the window but I mustered up the strength to still run a sub 3, coming in at 2:57:16. It's not the time I wanted but how can you be disappointed running a sub 3 hour marathon in Boston?