Well, I made it back to Boston to try and earn some redemption from my race last year. For those of you who want to know how last year's race went, click here. The ultra-short version, I had my worst marathon ever, missed my goal time by 25 minutes, and was defeated by the beast of Boston.
But this year would be different. This year I would redeem myself…or would I?
The finish: Across the line, into the med tent, and providing a "sample"
Immediately upon finishing, I grabbed the nearest volunteer and told them I needed help. Like I said, I gave everything I had and couldn't even hold myself upright. I knew I had crossed the finish line in first place, but it didn't really sink in that I won my age group for a little bit. Let me explain.
I had some lofty goals which included finishing in a time of 2:25:00 (avg. pace 5:32/mile)
I was coming off an injury that forced me to take almost 5 weeks off from running outside with just 6 weeks to go before the marathon
It was hot (71) and windy (10+ mph headwind)
I was CRUISING through the first 10k (avg. pace 5:32) and felt fan-freaking-tastic!
Everything fell apart right around the halfway point and I was just in survival mode after that, but I did NOT walk
Going slow did have it's perks. I got to enjoy the atmosphere and experience of THE BOSTON MARATHON!
Bostonian's have funny accents (you know you can pronounce the 'r' in words, right?!)
I had so many people who texted, called, posted, and everything else that it was beyond humbling and I am so thankful for all of you!
I finished in a time of 2:50:02 and missed my goal time by 25 minutes. This was my slowest marathon by 10 minutes since I started running marathons 3 years ago
I am nowhere near satisfied with this effort and I will be back to Boston for redemption
I know I'm going to have a lot to say about the race, so I want to write down the chronicles of what I go through before, during, and after the race. So here is the BEFORE.
Early on the morning of Wednesday, November 27th, 2013, the world lost an amazing woman in my grandma. She was one of the most loving and generous people that I ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even better, I had the great fortune of being this woman's grandson. This means that she spoiled me rotten growing up and even when I got older! I'm not sure that there is anything I can say that will even come close to describing how much I am going to miss her, but I am going to try.