Below is a recap of how I reached the finish at the Boston Marathon (3:34:33). It was the slowest and longest two hours of my running life after my first calf cramp one hour and forty one minutes into the race (around 14 miles?)
4:30 - alarm goes off after waking up every 90 minutes to urinate water consumed all night
5:29 - Krissy takes me to Wakefield to pick up a bus ride with other North Shore runners
5:34 - realize I did not bring a running hat, start to pound Coconut water for the first time in months.
7:20 - arrive and park among the buses. GLRR has a massage table out next to their bus. Must be nice.
7:30 – go hunting for the CMS and SRR buses after a United Services porta john visit
8:30 - a lady in the Hopkinton Village fell in love with my Amherst 10 mile shirt from two years ago so I took it off and gave it to her.
9:25 – no hat to be found, Arthur Besse comes through with his Brooks running cap for me back on the North Medford Club bus
9:30 – walk to the start through the village
9:34 – Eric Narcisi flies up with his bib on, going to race after months off from running (photos are taken with the three of us). His Six03 singlet cries beer stop at mile 18. Turns out I was right, but had the wrong mile.
|Arthur, Eric, and I on our way to the corrals at Boston|
9:40 – in corral 8 with Thomas Bok (SRR), Brian Tinger (SRR), and Ephram Ezekiel (Whirlaway)
10:00 – gun goes off, and go nowhere, waiting for 7 corrals of runners to move ahead
10:05 – cross the start line and start my Garmin
10:20 – when will these down hills stop?
10:22 – where is the shade?
10:40 – “Hey, that is a nice 1967 Volkswagen Beetle!”
Dude in the chair behind it says, yeah, that I am correct.
Of course I am J It was a sweet looking Beetle too.
10:40:09 – turn right to brag to Regina Loiacano about the ’67 Beetle and I run into another runner who was slowing down. Apoligies, red faced, disaster averted for the time being.
10:45 – get a contact high in Framingham as they light up freely on Patriots Day with crowds now 4 deep
11:00– still running mostly on the left side opposite Thomas Bok and occasionally in the presence of Regina
11:10 – over an hour of running and feeling beat up, want to throw middle fingers up in the air to the photographers in the bucket truck over the course
11:20 – “hey buddy, get ready for the scream tunnel on the right here in Wellesley”
“Oh, first timer eh? Go to the right hand side when you hear the girls screaming up ahead. Go get a hug or a kiss”
The guy does as I tell him. Sweet!
11:25 – I hear someone behind me ask someone on the side of the road “hey, you got a cell phone?” Not sure if the dude dropped out.
11:30 – I notice Thomas Bok is not taking Gatorade or Water. Meanwhile, I have not let a water stop go by without a visit.
11:35 – this Nathan waste band is the bees knees. Get me ready for an ultra. I have everything but the kitchen sink in there. 3 GU's, 6 SaltStick tabs, 8 Hylands Anti Muscle Cramp tabs……
11:41 – oh shit, a calf cramp on the right. WTF. Slows down the pace….
11:45 – hate running into Newton Lower Falls and I am holding back, another cramp ensues crossing Rt 95.
11:50 – looking forward to the Clif Shot station at 17 miles where Krissy is. I think I will bail out of the race there.
11:51 – I can’t bail, I have a bag waiting for me at the Park Plaza with the CMS crew. I can’t tell peeps the next day that I dropped out. Not an option today, slow and steady Jimmy.
12:10 – Clif Shot station and Krissy misses me (for a photo) and my high five, low five, staggering past, see ya. She does take note of my sign language of the hand of a gun to my head and frown (not my day, just shoot me now).
12:11 – Krissy is sprinting past me, phone in hand, I am like WTF?! She stops and points the vertical phone at me. I am now on video, I better smile. I do, and shuffle onward.
|Krissy took this photo after 17 miles|
12:20 – right turn at the firehouse, yay, some hills, better slow down some more Jimmy, more cramps are firing in these calves.
12:35 – in the hills, struggling, but not enough to deny a kid handing out popsicles. Best darn blue popsicle I had in 33 years. I aced the intake in 4 squeezes but man that brain breeze is real.
12:40 – I see a Naughty Seltzer on the left in the hand a sunglassed lady. I reach out and ask if I may. She pulls it back with a dirty look even behind the RayBan’s. I pass, parched. She smiles “oh my god, Jimmy, I did not know it was you!” Too late Yvette, I may cramp if I stop and come back for that. Thanks anyway.
12:45 – this downhill past BC is hurting, more stress on my quads, if these cramp, I am in serious trouble. Just six more miles Jimmy.
12:59 – afraid that I am going to fall over the Green Line trolley track, seriously. Also note that the air temp is cooling.
1:05 – shade and a lot of drunk students. Gregory would call these college co-eds. I am so tempted to stop for Jello Shots but can’t see with my head down and shuffle through. This is my mile 23 shuffle of shame.
1:10 – notice some back and forth with a few run, walk, run, walk yo yo’s. I still shuffle, not giving into that or walking. Meanwhile, calves cramp up every now and then.
1:11 – good news is that the Citgo sign is on the horizon
1:16 –a dude with a “Big Bird” costume, is now kicking my ass. Nothing I can do about it. He gaps me 100 yards in about 45 seconds. Shoot me now.
1:25 – Kenmore Square is good, my last water and Gatorade stop. I do not want to see another cup of Gatorade for about six years.
1:31 – right on Hereford, left on Boylston. Nice t-shirts. I follow those instructions. It is a wind tunnel. People screaming. I smile. Can’t help it. Ear to ear. Just grateful to get here. No joke. I pick up the pace, daring a cramp to trigger. It does not for my last quarter mile. Must have gotten back down to 7’s.
|With Krissy back out on the course at 17 miles hours later|