Boston Marathon recap

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”

“Huh?”

“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.

1:33 – cross the line and feel a huge sense of releif. Definitely emotional with relief. Boston volunteers are the best. So helpful and supportive. I take a medal around the neck from someone smiling. Thank you. I really did earn it, the hard way. 

With Krissy back out on the course at 17 miles hours later

Doyle's Emerald Necklace 5 Mile Road Race Jamaica Plain

Jamaica Plain, MA, April 9, 2017

I have always wanted to race the Doyle’s Emerald Necklace 5 mile road race. I seem to always have a conflict and sometimes it is the day after the Merrimack River Trail Run. I rolled into Jamaica Plain, passing the usual fall racing scene of Franklin Park. I met up and warmed up with the TNT/CMS/RI crew of Robert Jackman, David Principe, and Michael Daniels for a warm up which gave me a good look at the first and last miles of the race. After the warm up, I threw on the Somerville Road Runner singlet to support their critical mass in the Pub Series. Robert and David wore their TNT gear. We ran back over to the start which was ¾ of a mile away.

We had 20 minute delay (sounds like this happened last year too), standing on the starting line with no movement wondering what was going on. Nothing big but the starting line crew made us wait it out for the official word to go. The extra time allowed me to catch up with Greg Picklesimer (one of his first road races back I the day) and Joe Navas who seems to have settled on a marathon in Quebec in August.

Finally, the race took off and rolled along the edge of the Franklin Park golf course.  I had a 5:41ish mile and was strides away from the Level singlet of Kevin Gorman, Army singlet of John Page, and CSU’s Kevin Delaney. This was right where I wanted to set myself up to run 28:59 (my race goal). We ran over to Franklin Park and did a 180 at the base of Bear Cage hill. Those guys put some distance on me but I was rolling well with Mike Slinsky who was an absolute stud in the late 90’s when I hit the road race scene. He would tear up the Yankee Homecoming 10 mile race in Newburyport like no one’s business. His name is on his singlet these days and no longer lives in Fishkill, NY – but that is OK ‘cause he is still rocking Oakley’s. Still got respect for the man at 47.

I passed Mike more than half way through the course. I now ran back past the start line and had about a mile back to the finish at Doyle’s Café where I was running up the back of Robert Jackman and John Page. I yelled to Page and told him he’d better get moving. We had one more hill to climb out of the golf course and then it was all downhill into a nice flat finish. I managed to pass John 100 yards from the line. I finished 21^st and timed out for a 29:04, two ticks behind Robert and 6 up on John. 

Check out the results.  

You can learn from the best. I walked over to the tent where the TNT boys and I had our gear. I watched Robert and David closely relaying beers back and forth, laying them out on the table in the tent for which we seemed to own. It was hilarious. In a blink of an eye, the table was full with beers. Like I said, you got to learn from the best. They were content so I scrapped in a few more miles so I did John Page and Kevin Gorman. Let’s just say I did not have to wait in any lines for a beer when I returned.

Trailing John Page
Photo by Pensri Pilotte

Cohasset Rotary Road Race by the Sea 10K

With the Frank Nealon Boston Tune Up 15K cancelled early on Saturday, I started to consider a replacement race for the weekend. The Cohasset Rotary Road Race by the Sea 10K was an option for Sunday. Dan and Katrina Vassallo were heading down to the race. We picked up Gregory Putnam on the way. Dan has a lot of history at this race (multiple wins) while it was also a local one for Gregory when he lived on the South Shore. I got feedback from both on the course terrain and what to expect which was emphasis on a rolling course after 2.5 miles.

The three CMS jacketed amigos strutted into registration. 2/3 of these guys were locks for overall win and masters win. Me? Get in a hard effort before Boston, break in the shoes, and not embarrass the CMS singlet. I rolled out at the start, finding a 5:42 opening mile on Atlantic Ave. I was in about 13^th place. A few strides ahead, I noted what looked like another master runner in a black singlet (Dave Dugan). He was popular among the few spectators on the course. I caught up to him at mile two, the ocean visible to our right. The hills came upon us. I would lose a few strides to Dave going up the hills but I would rebound on the other side with some effort.

The race course took a 90 degree left onto Forest Ave, off Jerusalem Rd, with us now leaving the scenic ocean to our right hand side. It was the steepest hill so far and it took the wind out of my sails (actually all of them did). Dave went by me with encouraging words. Once at the top, I managed to reel him back in and get back ahead of him. Kids were now on the course sporadically, seeking high fives so I reached out. Must have made their day! I passed by any and all water stops along the way. 4 miles went by and it started to get quiet behind me. I did not want to peek pack, just wanted to keep the pressure on myself. I would keep in touch with the applause behind me from there to the finish. Dave was close all the way to the end where I was just 9 seconds up on Dave at the finish line. I placed 8^th overall, 2^nd master behind Gregory (by 2.5 minutes), with a time of 37:02 (5:58 per mile pace).

I turned back to acknowledge Dave for the battle during the race. I headed out for a cool down with Dan (he got the win with his best time on the course) and Gregory. They planned on the 3.75 loop that we warmed up on. I cut that short and went through another neighborhood that dropped me right off to the finish line and common area (about 2 miles). Anthony Everett, news anchor and host of Chronicle, handled the awards and called out the winners, top 3 in each age group in an expedited fashion. The age group winners walked into the hall and did a sweep of one of three tables according to your place. My 2^nd place got me a small swag bag from the race sponsors. Earlier, I scored a 1980’s style trucker hat from a free bin. That was worth it.