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Soreness be gone!

mike d’s complaining:
My right buttocks and right calf hurt.
My left hamstring and quad hurt.

But I still plan on going rock climbing tonight.

HoR news:
This weekend is a HUGE weekend at the House of Rock. We’re going to be doing some heavy housework. So if you have no plans and you’d like to experience true labor, please stop by.


Theresa and I finished the Marathon! It was extremely exciting. It took us just over 5 hrs. And we felt great.

The amount of energy was ridiculous. We were wearing bright yellow shirts that had our names blazoned across the front. Under Theresa’s name it said “run-zilla” under my name it said “run-asaurus”. The back of Theresa’s shirt said “Sister. Mom’s favorite” And mine said “Brother. Mom loves me more” The entire way people were screaming our names and applauding us. People for as far as the eye could see. There were well over 21,000 runners and at least that many fans. It took us a full 30 minutes before we even crossed the starting line.

It was hot. 70 degrees is hot for running. But people had hoses and were giving out oranges and plenty of water. Some little kids had their arms stretched out for high fives. As Theresa and I slapped his hand he muttered “848, 849,”

Wellesley was exciting. Theresa and I had a big “We ‘heart’ Wellesley” sign. And as we ran by, holding the sign above our heads, the students Exploded in cheers! Just a huge wall of sound! I was shouting and cheering back at them but I could barely hear my own voice. 1/2 mile of pure adrenalin.

The first 18-20 miles were fun, I felt powerful and comfortable without any real pain. I was just running off of all the energy and emotion. Theresa got a stomach cramp from 10-12 so that slowed us a hair, but it was good to take a few extra walking breaks. We hit heartbreak hill, and really? After training in Hilly Meriden and even hillier Kentucky, it didn’t seem all that bad. It was just a long slow grade hill. Heartbreak? Bah.

Once we passed Boston College, around mile 22, the mile markers seemed to get further and further apart. Theresa and I crossed the finish line together. I am extremely proud. And, I’m very happy to report that my knees were solid for the full 26.2 miles. I even took off my knee brace for the last 4 miles.

I will have to do this again next year.

completely unrelated…. check out this. Count the number of men. Wait for the animation to change…. and count the men again. Ta da! magic.

The Marathon!

The Marathon starts at noon, though my sister and I probably won’t cross the starting line until 12:20 or 12:30. We start in Hopkinton. Once it’s through, we’ll go through about 7 towns. Here’s the breakdown.

The first 8 miles or so are all downhill with a key stop at TJ’s food&spirits at mile 2 and a few lakes. Theresa and I are pretending that the first hour is just a warm up. We’ll “start” racing at mile 6.

At mile 9 we should be running by the Cochituate state park. If we’re keeping up to pace that should be around 2pm.

At 13.1 miles we cross Wellesley, which should be huge. Runners world describes it like this:

Because of the way the course bends, the celebrated shrieks of the school’s 2,400 students will reach your ears well before you pass by them. If you don’t get chils once you hit this gauntlet of sound, say even the most hard-boiled Boston vets, you must not have a pulse.

And with Theresa being a wellesley grad, I’m sure it’ll be even more exciting.

The next 6 miles or so, up to 17.5 are much more up and down. A few long upward grades. We’ll pass by the Newton Fire Station on Commonwealth Ave around 3:10pm. So if you happen to be in the area…

Heartbreak hill is at mile 20.5. Theresa, who has done this twice before, informs me that it’s a depressing hill because you turn a corner and it keeps going up.

After heartbreak is BC, which should be a party, and then we reach cemetery mile. It’s described like this in Runners World:

“I call it the Cemetery of Lost Hope,” Squires says. Treseler adds, “It’s really a no-man’s-land. All of a sudden, everything goes quiet. It’s very easy to become distracted or deflated.”

we should be running shortly after Hour 4.

Then we reach beacon Street. and it’s a straight downhill 5 miles to the finish line.

Theresa and I will be wearing bright yellow shirts. Mine will say “Run-asaurus” Theresa’s will say “Run-Zilla”