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.