For most marathon runners the Boston marathon is THE marathon. After the first marathon, you’re either hooked and want to run Boston or your first marathon is your last marathon.
Qualifying for Boston is the carrot. For some it’s easy; for others, it’s a lifetime goal.
I qualified for Boston at the St. George, UT marathon October 2009 with a time of 3:54:30. I ran my first marathon at Disney World in 1998 with a finishing time of 4:39:05. If you don’t have a calculator handy, that’s over 12 years of running marathons and almost 45 minutes of time shaved off my time to qualify for Boston.
Since I qualified in October of 2009, I had until April 2011 to register and run Boston. I decided not to run in 2010 because I had a lot of other things going on at the time. I put the date to register in my calendar and marked it down as a goal for 2011.
On the day registration opened, I was on my computer at the appointed time and I couldn’t register. I kept trying and finally, after about an hour, I e-mailed my daughter who had just moved to Boston and asked her to register me. She was able to register me with no problems. Many in the area weren’t so lucky and had to forego their chances of running the marathon because of a computer glitch.
Qualified (check), Registered (check)… now on to training.
The weather in Chicago was not conducive to training this year. I trained but not as much as I should have. I did a 20 miler 3 weeks out and did go to Waterfall Glen where the hills are but I should have trained more. My highest mileage week was 30 miles and I think I’m being generous.
I left for Boston Friday, April 15 (Taxes done!) with 1/3 of my support staff, Laura. As soon as we got to Megann’s apartment I verified I had 2 running shoes (check!) Laura and I then headed off to the expo so I could pick up my packet and buy the coveted Boston jacket.
Laura, Megann (2/3 of my support staff accounted for!) and I did some sightseeing in Cambridge and Somerville, went to dinner in Boston, and had a nice visit. Laura and I then checked into our hotel and met the final third of my support staff, John.
It was cold and windy in Boston Saturday. I kept looking at the weather and it still looked good for Monday; Sunny with a strong tail wind.
Sunday I wanted to stay off my feet as much as possible. I went to Meg’s for lunch and a little tv watching while Laura and John went to the expo. John confirmed Laura’s love of the expo – I am glad I wasn’t there!
We caught up with a friend, Carl, who has run Boston 10 times (!) and had dinner with him and a friend who qualified for Boston at her first marathon. Dinner was at a Spanish restaurant. After dinner I laid out my running gear, checked to see what time Starbucks opened, and went to bed.
The night before a race I usually don’t sleep well but this time I slept better than I expected. I got up around 5:00, got ready and walked to Starbucks. John, coffee and a bagel accompanied me to the Chicago Area Runner’s Association bus which would take me to Athlete’s Village in Hopkinton.
Boston is a point to point marathon and everyone has to take a bus to the start. Since there are road closures the day of the marathon, the busses leave early and there is a “village” set up with tents, port-o-potties, Gatorade, bagels, running shoe companies, and many volunteers. The runners wait 3 – 4 hours in the village before the start. Being able to sit on a coach bus was a nice perk.
I was in wave 3 (the slow wave) and we started at 10:40. I left the village around 10:00 and started walking to the start. It is a slight downhill at first but as soon as you make the turn to get to the corrals, it is a definite uphill. I was in corral 2 in Wave 3 (thank goodness my race number pinned to my shirt had all these facts!) and started running soon after the gun went off.
The race was amazing. It is net downhill which I didn’t know until Carl told me the night before. I wanted to pace myself for the first few miles at a 10 min/mile but with the downhills, the tail wind, and the thousands of other runners around me, I just had to go with the flow. It was faster than I had planned yet still a comfortable pace.
Some of the things I saw along the course
- Crowded Harley Biker Bar with literally hundreds of people drinking before noon
- Lots of pine trees and narrow country roads
- The Wellesley College girls with their “Kiss Me” signs, cowbells, and other noise makers
- White Board with the Red Sox score
- Little kids with pretzel sticks for the runners
- Lots of spectators with oranges (I saw more oranges than at any other of my 18 marathons)
- Heart Break Hill which is the third or fourth of a series of hills in Newton
- Boston College students with tons of enthusiasm
- A man dressed as a hamburger passing me
- A man dressed as Batman passing me
- Women encouraging me when I started walking
- A 70 year old man celebrating his birthday it was passing me
- The Citgo Sign at Fenway Park
- Megann
- John and Laura
- And finally, after 4 hours, 20 minutes, and 5 seconds, the finish line
I’ve run 19 marathons – one at the end of an Ironman Triathon; one in Greece; one in Erie, PA, my hometown, because I was there for the weekend and I “needed the state”.
I’ve run marathons in Hawaii, in the rain, in mountains, on flat courses, with millions of spectators, with very few spectators.
I’ve run marathons after being told never to run again. I’ll continue running marathon even though I’ve qualified for and run Boston.
What’s next? I hope to run a marathon this year with Laura, the Medoc marathon in a few years with Sarah for our birthday, a few ½ Ironmans this year, and coaching many more athletes to completing their goals.