Well, yesterday was certainly a weird day. I just felt the vibe was completely different from last year. The buses were quieter, the mood was not enthusiastic. It felt like this was something people just wanted to get it over with. I was foolishly optimistic, thinking that it wouldn’t be as bad as the BAA was letting on. You can’t blame them hough – they don’t want a tragedy to deal with, and fortunately that was not the case.
0 to 5K: 21:23 (6:53/mile)
I felt that I started conservative enough with the downhill start. I was thinking the over the weekend, “Just go out at 7:30 pace”, but then leaving from Hopkinton Center it just felt so easy. I hit a 6:55 with no effort whatsoever, so it felt right. Everyone was passing me, and I felt like it was where I should be. I found myself in Ashland feeling good not feeling like it was too hot. I knew that would change, but I was still foolishly optimistic.
5K to 10K: 21:26 (6:54/mile)
The challenge here was to not go so fast, and I felt like I was doing a good job with that. I was just 3 seconds slower than the first 5K, so again, I was feeling good about holding back even though I said yesterday that 7:30 pace would be just fine today. I hit the Framingham border in great shape and expected to feel that way for a while.
10K to 15K: 21:31 (6:56/mile)
Framingham is a real pain due to the lack of shade, but I still felt decent, alternating between water and gatorade at the water stations and doing a decent job of holding the pace. The hill going into Natick felt a little more tough than it should have been, but I didn’t put much stock into that since I was fine on the subsequent flat part heading toward Lake Cochicuate. It seemed like everything was still in place.
15K to 20K: 22:16 (7:10/mile)
Not again. It’s funny. When you practice the course, you never really notice the small up and downs that occur throughout the course. There are a couple of those in Natick. It was starting to really feel warm out. I said to myself. “OK, just slow down now before it’s too late” and I settled on low 7s for a bit. Wellesley College gave me a second wind into the 20K mark, but this stretch was the first sign that I was looking toward a brutal repeat of last year.
20K to 25K: 23:32 (7:35/mile)
This was the beginning of the end. I wasn’t too bad hitting the halfway point, but heading toward mile 14 the negative thoughts came into my head. What am I doing out here? I am undertrained and I went out too fast again, even though I went out slower. I don’t want to be running this race. I just want to go home and forget it. But my heart is too strong for that and I kept going just telling myself to slow down, which I did. The little ups were bigger than they should have been. I got a little back heading toward the Lower Falls, but I knew what was coming next…
25K to 30K: 24:49 (8:00/mile)
First hill heads up toward and over Route 128. I saw my co-worker Scott at this point. I knew I was toast with 4 Newton Hills to go, but I managed to joke to him that I didn’t take the ice-cream at mile 3 offered by a radio station to anyone who decided to call it a day early. I proceeded slowly up the hill and then made my way past the Newton Wellesley Hospital. I picked up a GU here and could soon see the turn onto Commonwealth Ave where I would encounter the second Newton Hill. I knew I would see my mom on the hill so I got over to the left and said hi to her. After that, I didn’t know if I’d see anyone I knew for the rest of the race.
30K to 35K: 24:47 (7:59/mile)
I was maintaining OK on the Newton Hills in comparison to how I had felt leaving Wellesley. I thought that if I could just get to the top of Heartbreak in somewhat OK shape, I’d be able to get it out. Considering how damn hot it was, I was doing a good job working my way up Commonwealth. The third hill wasn’t awful. At mile 19, I thought man 7 more to go before I said to myself, just get to 20. I did get to 20, then I could start to see Heartbreak Hill. I was gutting it out, fighting through it, but it just seemed to take forever. Finally I got to the top, but it seemed like there was still a little uphill left, even though it was flat. My quads were wrecked. I managed to be strong past BC, but after the right on Chestnut Hill Ave, it was a nightmare just like last year…only worse.
35K to 40K: 41:28 (13:21/mile)
Toast. I tried to run real slow, but since Heartbreak Hill, it just felt like I wasn’t there – I wasn’t in my body, almost like I was dreaming. I was still able to think clearly, but the fan noise was so loud, and something was not quite right. I ran about a mile in this condition, but at approximately 22.4 miles, I made the decision to walk to ensure that I did not do anything stupid in the heat. This decision was made a lot easier because of the fact that my quads were shot. After mile 23, I heard a voice to my right say “John, are you OK?” and I turned right while walking to see Julie. It took me about 2 or 3 seconds before I realized who it was. ”Oh, hi Julie!” I felt like I said this almost joyfully. She was concerned for me, but I assured her I’d be fine but needed to walk because it was so hard. It took so long to get to mile 24, and so long to get to mile 25, but I was checking with the Garmin to ensure I was walking faster than 4mph. It was a walk, but it was not a lost, down-and-out walk.
40K to Finish: 15:46 (11:34/mile)
The dream-like feeling went away, but my quads were still destroyed. I managed to jog for a little shortly after Kenmore, and again heading down under the overpass. I walked up the hill after the overpass and then took the right on Hereford walking. I saw Caitlyn on the right. I was trying to just laugh and say something like “It’s just too hot”, but she was telling me to GO and trying to pump me up. I got frustrated and turned my nonchalant attitude into a mad, “IT JUST SUCKS!”, but I guess it worked Caitlyn because after I passed you I ran to the finish, even able to push it a little to sneak under 3:37 for a 3:36:58 total.
Recap
I battled a knee problem for a good portion of this training. I got healthy, and knew not to expect much from this race. The heat reinforced that thought, so I have no problem running what I did the yesterday. Safety does come first, and I had nothing to prove so I strongly feel that I made the right decision. Yesterday, I was turned off from the marathon, especially Boston. I am still turned off from Boston. I was turned off from Boston last year and vowed I wouldn’t do it in 2012. Then I did it again anyway, because there is something about the race. I mean, you just gotta do it. I think I’m done for a while. I like early morning marathons and I like flat courses. Maybe that makes me soft, but there really isn’t anything soft about running 26.2. I’d like to do 26.2 a lot faster than I have been lately.
I am not disappointed about my effort one bit. Getting to the finish really was an accomplishment for this one. But I’m a sub-3 marathoner, and I know I can be sub-2:50, too. But I think after recovery, the focus will be on a strong 10K in Freeport on the 4th of July with maybe a 5K PR on the way. To be continued…
