The Ugly, the Bad, and the Good: Boston 2016

Well, I think we tried very hard not to be overconfident, because when you get overconfident, that’s when something snaps up and bites you.
– Neil Armstrong, Moonwalker and Wannabe Boston Marathoner

 

Last year, Boston 2015 was a breeze.

A cold, rain-infused, stiff 20 mph headwind to be more precise.

It should have been a complete sufferfest but it turned out to be a life-affirming, glorious gutcheck victory.  Certainly the most satisfying (and only BQ at Boston) in my eight Hopkinton-to-Boylston forays.

All the stars were aligned.  I had finally perfected the secret sauce.  I got this.

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Slow news day in St. Louis.

A few days before the race, John Hancock tweeted they had selected my 2015 cresting of Heartbreak Hill photo to be one of 26 adorning the street banners along the Boston Marathon race route.

Just another sign that 2016 was going to be something special.

I would patiently work my way through the Wave 2 crowd, catch up to the Ethiopians at Newton Falls, pull them up Heartbreak Hill and taunt them unmercifully while running backwards through Kenmore Square.  Left on Hereford, right on Boylston (I’m still running backwards) with a triple Salchow at the finish for next year’s #RunBold banner.

The Ugly

I was done by Mile Three.

IMG_6895Not DONE, done.  But after 50+ marathons, a few simple truths become evident.  You never really know if you have a shot at a solid race until Mile 13 or 14 or 15 or 16.  But you do know by Mile 3 if you are going to have a bad race.  I knew very early on there was little doubt this inglorious effort would provide a nice counterbalancing bookend to last year’s glorious journey.

By the time I was trying to muster a decrepit jog up the Newton hills, the Ethiopians were showered, dressed and on the plane to their next paycheck.  My finish time of 4:16 was almost 50 minutes slower than my qualifying time.

It was awful.

The Bad

What went wrong?

I can point to a few potential culprits:

  • It was warm.  Not as bad as Boston 2012, but it was a sneaky warm.  I was sweating before the race started and that would have been a clue to most intelligent life forms to drink more and slow down.  Not
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    My Leadville buddy, Lesley Cortright

    this guy.

  • I didn’t pre-hydrate.  It’s a long bus ride from Boston to Hopkinton.  And once you get to Athlete’s Village and Betty’s Place, you still have a long wait.  So I tried not make that rookie mistake of downing barrels of Strawberry-Lemonade Gatorade too early, compelled to defile someone’s nicely manicured lawn in Ashland.  Alas, if you err on the side of underhydration, you are completely screwed by Mile 3.
  • The Cycling Jersey.  On a cool day, wearing a tight-fitting cycling jersey works perfectly for a marathon.  Lots of back pockets for GU, keys, cell phone, laptop, etc…and those cycling jerseys make you feel like you are getting a 26.2 mile hug.  But on a warm day, cycling jerseys do not provide the evaporatative magic to be found in tech running shirts that are a little less form fitting. 45 degrees? Cycling jersey. 70 degrees? Tech running shirt or maybe just a thong.
  • NO LLAMAS.  If they can herd 30 llamas to Hope Pass at 12,000 ft. for the Leadville 100 every year, it seems a bit outrageous that all Boston can provide at 236 ft. for Heartbreak Hill is pain.

So what really went wrong?

Just a bad day.

It happens.  About 2 in every 10 marathons is one where almost everything clicks.  This Boston was just one of the 8 in 10.  The Marathon Gods will have their way.

The Good

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Credit Leadville buddy, Jon Vizena, with the photo. Credit the warm day for the salt-caked face.

There was a wisp of cramping in the air at Mile 10.

By Mile 26 on Boylston Street, despite miles of intense negotiation, all of the collective muscle unions were on the verge of strike.  One wrong thought and that first domino would trigger a general cramp, completely shutting down run production.

Despite the incredible discomfort, this was Boston.  This was Boylston Street.  This was what you worked weeks, months, years and maybe decades for.  So I smiled.  I grinned.  I laughed at the absurdity of feeling so good about feeling so bad.

That’s when I met Anke.

She was lying on her back in the middle of Boylston with her feet pointing toward the finish line 500 feet away.  Anke was the first runner I had seen in 26.1 miles who was having a tougher run than me.

Boston_2016Helping her get to her feet, I asked if she was OK to finish.  Her eyes rolled back into her head and I assumed she meant “yes”, so I helped Anke up and pointed her toward the finish line.

Now under her own power, Anke headed generally east-northeast and then started weaving in all four cardinal directions at the same time. Circling back and grabbing her arm, I told Anke my legs were about to cramp up and asked if she would mind helping me to the finish?  Her eyes rolled back into her head and I assumed that meant “yes”.

460868_226561359_Medium20 feet from the Boston Marathon finish line, one of Boston’s finest and several volunteers grabbed Anke as she went completely limp.

I watched her cross the finish line and collapse into a wheelchair as both of my calf muscles made their way up the back of my legs to somewhere near my armpits.

With a decent effort I could spit far enough to hit the finish line, but at this moment I could not even crawl there.

The crowd implored, “YOU CAN DO IT!

I smiled. “No, I cannot.”

My attitude was incredibly positive at that moment, but a positive attitude will not correct for poor hydration and a sodium/potassium deficiency.  Just when I was certain my fibula would snap in two, the cramps released.

The Marathon Gods taketh and they giveth.

This year they gave me cramping and discomfort.  They gave me a disappointing time.  They gave me chafing.  They gave me heartbreak.

And they gave me the chance to help a fellow runner finish the greatest race on the face of the earth.

I think we are more than even.

Eric

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Mile 26.3

 

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Found it on Boylston!

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Why does she put up with me?

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The Minnesota marathon mob

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Looking good for the camera

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Tami, Christine & Mom!

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Got a little bit of Boston reminding me to do the work.

 

 

 

 

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Thank you, John Hancock, for shipping my banner to Missouri!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Aftermath.

It was another great Boston weekend with friends and family.  I had certainly hoped to run better, but that’s the way it goes.  Recovery was tougher than expected, but we’re getting back on track with YTD mileage approaching 1200.  With a BQ at Chicago already in the bank, I should be back in 2017 for a 10th Boston Marathon in a row.  Next time I’ll try to be a little smarter about my hydration and pace . . . but I’ve made that promise before.

What’s Next?

At 4:45 AM on Saturday, June 4, I’ll be lining up at the start of the KT82 relay as the first runner in the history of the race to run in the solo division.  The KT82 runs along the Katy Trail from St. Louis to Hermann, MO.  They cut out a couple singletrack loops for the solo runners, so the total distance is closer to 67 miles.  If I can finish, chances look very good for a podium bow . . . as of last Thursday I was the only solo runner signed up.

The 5th Annual Grandma’s Marathon DOUBLE will start at 2:45 AM at the finish line in Duluth on June 18.  We’ll make our way up to Two Harbors and the start of the actual marathon at 7:45 AM.  Last year, Ben McCaux became only the second person to run the double and he has threatened to return again this year.  My son, Zach, will be there for the 26.2 start . . . his 4th Grandma’s Marathon.

Then it’s time for the 2016 LLAMARAMA . . . my 5th Leadville 100 Trail Run will kick off at 4 AM in downtown Leadville CO on August 20.  This is my “A” race for 2016 and I’ll have four or five +50 mile training runs between now and then.  Sometimes I dream of a big sub-25 hour buckle, but the cold, hard reality of running 100 miles at 10,000 feet with 18K of climb means that finishing is winning.

Alright, my friends, take care and I hope to see you out there.

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Eric May 29, 2016 Uncategorized