So this was an event that I truly planned in the last few weeks that I would not really "race," (due to a slight injury, sickness, and general lack of sufficient training to expect to run my best) but instead be a participant to support this year's running of the marathon. I am pleased to report that I had a mostly wonderful time on the course - although it was not "easy" by any stretch of the imagination - and was moved by the outpouring of support particularly at Wellesley and Heartbreak Hill and of course the last few miles and the finish area at Boyston Street.
Early on I thought I would be able to maintain a pace of around 7:15 to 7:30 but I realized around miles 8-10 that the temperatures were acting a good bit warmer than predicted, and frankly, I wanted to enjoy this race than try to gut through a tough course. So, I gradually backed off, and started taking everything in. To say I was taking it easy, would really be bit inaccurate, because the course really beats you up. As the miles went on, I did some quick math, and eventually I had in the back of my mind, that I would like to come in below 3:30 even though that's a far cry from where I was last year in London, it seemed like I resonable and respectable time for a mid-race "goal." As it turns out, I could not have trimmed it any closer - 3:29:59.
All in all, I believe this to have been my last ever marathon as runner. I have done 25 of them over the last 17 years. And as we all know, the training doesn't get any easier on the old body, mine is no exception. And the races themselves lately have tended to give me fits of anxiety that I really should not be having - because after all, I run because I enjoy it. When it stops becoming enjoyable, it requires a different approach. So then....I am proud to have been a part of this marathon, my 5th official Boston finish, and proud to call it my last.
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