I figured I'd submit my story and let others add on. It's one for my grandkids! Other than a slightly sore left calf and the usual quad ailments that follow a marathon, I'm feeling pretty good...physically. Mentally, I'm disappointed. To be expected, I guess. In short, I was on pace for sub-2:47 (and feeling pretty good) through about 16 miles. There was no pack-- at most I ran with 2 other women-- and I was taking the brunt of the wind. At mile 17- WHAM!- I hit the wall. It was a new experience for me. I was so loopy, I forgot to count the hills and thought I'd gone up Heartbreak when I hadn't. That was a painful discovery! After guzzling gatorade all the way up the Newton Hills, my head came back, but my legs were toast. It was the longest last 10k of my life. The only way I made it down Boylston St. without falling flat on my face is that the crowd was willing me forward. In retrospect, the steady 25 mph (plus gusts) headwind had zapped me more than I had initially thought and the downhill start made it seem easier than it really was. Yes, I probably could have gone out in 1:25-1:26 for half and cruised home between 2:50 and 2:55. But why? I went for it...and...ouch! After a nice long break, it's Chicago, here I come!
The highlights (you can probably guess the lowlights):
*A police escort for our buses along the Mass turnpike. Made me feel like a celebrity politician.
*I took a Gu to the starting line and, in all the excitement of trotting through a damp graveyard with the other elite women in a driving rain storm, forgot water to wash it down with. I spotted an official holding a random, plastic water bottle as he collected various ponchos and t-shirts that we were discarding and asked him if I could grab a sip. "It belongs to her," he informed me, motioning towards... Deena Kastor! She told me to go ahead and take a drink. I did. Wow! I have Deena cooties!
*I met a new friend, Tammy, with whom I ran the first 12 or so miles. She and I vowed that we will get the qualifier together in Chicago.
*My "pit crew"-- my Mom and Dave-- who were wonderfully supportive and real troopers for standing-- not running-- in that mess.
Thanks to everyone for their support. Congrats to all those who toed the line on Monday. It was like nothing else....