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My requisite Boston report

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Rochey:
I typed all of this out on my phone, so apologies for typos.

I can’t really add anything about the weather. It was the worst weather I’ve ever run in, simply because if I’d been home I would have run inside or not at all. But, this was Boston. 

I was more freaked out by waiting at the start than the actual race, because I was in Wave 2 and had to sit in the Village until 9:40. So on Saturday when it was obvious the weather wasn’t going to change, I went to target to scour their clearance racks for anything that would keep me warm. I looked ridiculous in my six layers on top and two on bottom. I had taken an extra pair of shoes to wear and throw away, but my dry shoes only lasted until the start.

Weather be damned, I was just thrilled to be there.  After years of injuries and weather problems that kept me from qualifying, my goal was to run a decent time and really just take it all in. I don’t have mile-by-mile recaps because I had sort of just thrown my plan out the window by Monday morning.

I started out very controlled and conservative and focused on keeping my pace even. I found some guys to run with and we kept a pretty good rhythm until we got separated. For the first few miles, I thought the weather wasn’t too awful, and if it stayed like that, I’d be ok. But....we were still all in a pack, so the worst was yet to come.

From 4-11 ish, the rain abated some, and while it wasn’t comfortable, I was ok. I wore capris (dumb), a fitted Lulu wicking shirt, another fitted Lulu half-zip (also dumb), and two pairs of gloves. I don’t have anything waterproof that is breathable, so I just prayed for the best.

At 11, the rain started again. I was hopeful at one point that it was just rain off of the leaves that were blown by a huge gust of wind, but then I realized most of the trees don’t have leaves on them. The next five miles were sort of a blur as I tried to find people to run and work with. I focused on trying to remember to drink without getting my gloves even wetter, which was impossible. I focused on getting my gels out and when I would take them, just to keep my mind off the rain and wind. I also had had to pee since before I started, but there was no way I could strip down and then get dressed again.

I heard the Wellesley girls around mile 12, which brought me some hope and a smile. Through 16, I was still actually running my race plan pace. During the first 4, I had decided to try the plan and see where it would put me. Then I got cold. Really, really cold. My chest and stomach were ice cold, water was flying off my gloves, and my breathing was labored. At one point I slowed down to see why I was bleeding from my knee, because I didn’t remember falling. It was just a stream of rainwater flowing down my leg.

But I was ok. I told myself “you only have the Army 10-miler left.” And then I hit the hills. I powered up the mile 16 and 18 hills the best I could, and was able to regain my pace at mile 19. Then came Newton. All I could think was how on earth I ran those hills so much faster in 2011. I saw the sign that Ellen mentioned and knew I was going to finish.

By 22 my only goal was to finish and not walk because I wouldn’t start running again. My legs were numb and my hips felt like they were fused together.   I looked for Kevin Beck at 23, but nothing. I then looked for my friends, but nothing. I would finally barely see them right before 25. I slogged along and although I became more and more demoralized as probably 200 women passed me, I never thought of quitting. I looked up and saw the Citgo sign, which I had somehow missed in 2011. I swear I thought the sky had cleared and the sun was coming out.

When Jim, Roger, and I were walking to Jim’s car on Sunday, I had noticed the three blue lines on Hereford, so for the last mile I focused on those because I knew they’d lead me to the finish line. Right on Hereford, left on Boylston, and I saw the finish. I tried to pick up my pace, but probably looked like I was running with my shoelaces tied together. I finally crossed the finish line and started crying.

Then came the death march. I’ve never been so cold, miserable, and emotional in my life.  I was shaking so convulsively that a kind volunteer insisted on wheeling me to the medic tent to get warm.  Once I was able to use my phone to text my friend, she said she was on the T, so I gathered my things and headed out to find her. Except I had no idea where she would be or how to get to her. I wandered around aimlessly for maybe another hour in the cold and rain, still wearing my soaking wet capris, shoes, and jog bra. The nurse had bagged up my other clothes, so I was trying to hang on to those while keeping my Mylar blankets around myself. After numerous twists and turns I somehow ended up in the John Hancock building, crying to my husband that I had absolutely no idea where I was or how I was going to get to my friend. It was after 5 before I found finally got a shower and fluids other than the 10 sips I’d taken on the course.

Recovery has been weird. The labored breathing has continued through today, but my inhaler is helping with that. I’ve also been retaining water; I had Fred Flintstone feet until just this afternoon. My legs feel pretty good but my sleep and appetite have been all over the place.

Overall I’m thrilled with my time, as I was only 10 minutes off what I was confident I could hit. 3:10 was my goal and 3:05 was my stretch. My stomach didn’t act up and my nutrition was on point. This isn’t my last marathon, but it’s probably my last Boston, at least for the near-term. It’s hard for me logistically with my job, and it’s a ton of pressure.

Arrojo:
I am incredibly impressed by your race and your talent, Rochey.  Terrific effort in brutal conditions, congratulations!

RioG:
Ah, what a great report rochey :)  congrats.

But I'm mad at your friends for not being right exactly at the finish line for you :fiery:

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Coyote Mas Loco:
Congrats on the tough as nails run and finish, you did so well! 

SnarlyMarly:
You are a tough lady!    What an amazing effort!

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