Boston Marathon Recap:
In short: Went for sub-3 or bust, but 6:45 - 6:50 felt like a sprint today. At mile 9, I dropped off to 7:00, which felt pretty manageable. KN held the 6:50s and took off. On the back half, I was able to give it a little more effort through the hills, and after Heartbreak, I looked down the hill and spotted KN off in the distance. I caught her at the 22 mile mark and we ran to the finish together. We finished in 3:04.
Honestly, I think I need flat and cold to run sub-3. All the stars need to align perfectly. Good thing we all just signed up for Chicago.
The start was emotional - I doubt there were many dry eyes during the Star Spangled Banner. It was different than years past: police lined the course the entire way, National Guard were everywhere, and four blackhawks flew over the start line as we began. The spectators were amazing - ten deep in places.
It's crowded the whole way in Boston, and it's hilly the whole way. Every year I forget how hard the crowd and hills are. You constantly have to dodge people and find a path to try to hold your pace. 6:50s were miserable today, but 7:00s were fine. I felt light and quick at 7:00. Miles 8 - 12 were the hardest, because I was already tired and the end was so far off. Once I get over the half and can start counting miles down, I get moving.
At one of the lonely points, around mile 11, TriGirlPink came out of nowhere and surprised me with a big glittery R and lots of cheers:
I felt good in the big hills (16-17 is way tougher than heartbreak, in my opinion) and started thinking about working hard to find Katherine. At the crest of heartbreak I looked out at the sea of bodies and spotted her pony tail way off in the distance. And I started racing to get to her. I caught her at the aid station after mile 22. We hit mile 23 at 2:40, and I knew we weren't running an 18-something 5k+, so sub-3 was out the window. So we just ran it in as fast as we could. KN was struggling with some leg pain, so I gave her my advil stash, and that must've done the trick, because she nearly dropped me on Boylston in the last 0.2 miles. There's nothing like that last stretch - I told KN to look up, stop dropping me, and smile because we are so lucky to be here.
KN's place is just off Boston Common, so it was less than a mile walk home. David had protein smoothies and burgers from the Ritz waiting. I was on the floor pretty quickly.
We should be out on the town tonight, but David brought wine and Veuve and we can't move, so it's been a quiet recovery night. Maybe tomorrow!