Well, rattletrap (Mike) finally convinced me to run Boston one week before the race!! He had been working on me for months. I had soooo many life circumstances thrown at me this past year, making time to train for Boston was nearly impossible. Plus, have not raced since the Capital City Marathon last May (tore left calf June 1). With all that said, and all excuses put out there, one word described Boston for me this year: Humbling Had a good placement (bib #2241) and was able to squeeze up to the front of the 3rd corral. Hot at the beginning (sweating just standing there, 80deg announced 30minutes prior to 10am start). I knew i was in for it in this race. My mentality was to run a good 1st half and prevent overheating the second half, even if that meant some walking (oh well). Mike was starting 2 corrals behind me, and i felt kind of like a rabbit being chased, knowing that he would overtake me at some point. Gun went off, the excitement ran through me, 6:28 1st mile, 6:30 2nd mile. That was holding back to best I could, the fast crowd i was with, the quick downhill to start the race, and the excitement got me off the blocks way to fast for finishing this race well for sure. I felt good at the 5k mark (21:54, 7:03 pace), was able to slow it down and starting to get into a groove. Was into a good pace for the next 5k and crossed the 10k mark (45:28, 7:19 pace). Slowed a bit more, was getting a little nervous thinking about the heat and the lack of training. Crossed the 15K (1:10:27, 7:33 pace). Now the slow down happens. Getting pretty warm inside and out, throwing water on my face and over my head, trying to avoid the med tent. Still no Mike, how was he fairing in this heat. I was really praying for him to have a great race, he had trained so hard and us northwesterners had this heat thrown at us. I can't remember the last time I actually ran in temperatures that high. Crossed the 1/2 marathon mark (1:43:58, 7:56 pace), and still no Mike. Where could he be? Had he passed me without teasing me a bit? I am now walking at the 15 mile mark and here comes Mike in his fire shorts running backwards! Not a word out of him, he runs a few steps backwards, turns around and is on his way. I couldn't take that, so I run to catch him, get ahead of him and run backwards in front of him, tease him a bit, run with him about 1/2 mile and off he went as I stopped to walk the majority of the rest of the race. Overheated, dehydrated, racing heart rate, delirious, nausea, vomiting, and a bit of slurred speech. What a great way to finish! 4 hours and 48 minutes later, finally the finish line. Time to start training :)
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