WHY I CHOSE WINEGLASS
MY GOALS
Goal 1
Finish
If this doesn’t happen, I will be a sad camper.
Goal 2
Qualify for Boston 2018
I’m in for 2017, but let’s roll the dice on 2018 early.
Goal 3
Improve my seating at the 2017 Boston Marathon
with a better time than my qualifier (3:11)
Goal 4
Go Sub 3
That’s a 6:45ish pace for 26.2 miles. Yikes!
Along with my personal goals, I was really anxious to see how Sara, Josh and Mario would do after we all worked together training over the past few months. Sara was looking for an improved marathon personal best, while Josh was looking for a BQ. Mario and I were both aiming to cross the finish in under 3 hours. I think I was more nervous for my friends than I was for my own performance.
Race weekend was threatening to be cool and rainy. I am totally fine with that. Heat is my weakness. It bothered me in Boston in April (2016) almost derailing my efforts there. Temps in the low 70’s made Heartbreak Hill live up to its name. It was nice and cool and wet for the 2015 Boston marathon and that netted me my personal best time of 3:02. So bring on the cool air!
RACE DAY
After the National Anthem and some words from the director, the race started and we were off. Mario and I settled into a pace between 6:30 and 6:45 per mile. Josh dropped back with the 3:05 pace group, so it was just the two of us out there near the lead pack of runners. It really is helpful to have someone running with you to keep you motivated and strategize the upcoming miles. The early miles went by fast and I felt great. Before I knew it, we were at the midway point and right on pace for a 2:50 – 2:55 finish. There were only a few inclines in that first half, and I had heard that the biggest of the hills was around mile 14.
Only one thing was bothering me at this point. I had to pee. I thought the urge would pass, but, unfortunately, it did not. Mario tried to convince me to “Just go. Next water stop, pour water on your shorts and go. No one will know.” Uh … no thanks. I tried to think of ways to pee while running, but nothing seemed appealing. Creative ideas, but most likely not feasible. Maybe I need to practice … So I sped up when I saw a port-a-pot and took a quick detour. I probably lost about 30 seconds at this unplanned stop, but at least my shorts were dry and I didn’t get arrested for indecent exposure. I kicked it into high gear to try and catch back up to Mario. I got close, but never did reel him in. He turned a couple times to see where I was, but I signaled him to keep going, not to wait.
The next hiccup came at mile 19. I got a stitch in my side and a bit light headed. My pace dropped a bit, as I struggled to keep it together. Somehow I snapped out of it and knocked out the next few miles pretty comfortably. All comfort went out the window, though, at mile 24. I started to get cramps in my calves and quads. I was just waiting for “the big one” – the muscle cramp that brings you to a complete halt. I was also keeping an eye on my watch, doing the math to see if I could still get done in under 3 hours. It was going to be close. Really close.
Finally rounding the turn onto Market Street, I could see the finish line … and the clock. 2:58:14 … 2:58:15 … 2:58:16 … 2:58:17 … and I still had a decent amount of ground to cover. Somehow I managed to speed up and step across the finish line at 2:59:49. Close one! SUB3! I came in 25th overall out of around 2000 runners.
Mario crossed the line 40 seconds ahead of me in 23rd place. I should have just peed my pants. Next time. Josh came in at 3:12. Not a BQ, but his new personal best marathon time. Sara came in at 3:35, also a personal best time. We all achieved most, if not all of our goals for the race!
Having friends to spend time with and celebrate our accomplishments was really what made this race great. I look forward to doing it again in the future with this same group of friends!
Oh yeah, I got to meet and hang out a bit after the race with Mr. Bart Yasso, author and Chief Running Officer at Runners World Magazine.