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Post Boston

After crossing the line, I didn’t feel much of anything emotionally.  I was glad to be done.  I enjoyed the crowds, but Boston didn’t feel all that amazing to me.  More of a “me problem” than a problem with the race.  I am a robot (in robot voice).  

I was craving a Diet Coke so bad.  I got a water and a bag of goodies, then asked where the pop was.  They said further down.  Never did find one.  I saw my friends and they took a pic of me in my awkward space blanket with a goofy grin on my face.  We walked back to our hotel, my legs and feet already sore.  I usually don’t get sore until the next day.  The hotel had staff waiting with pom poms and bells.  It was cute.  

After I showered and changed, I was HUNGRY.  We took the T to the North end and found  a small Italian restaurant.  I was craving meat so I got some pork tenderloin with plum sauce, mashed potatoes, and spinach.  The pork was great.  We then spent the rest of the evening wandering around and visiting Faneuil Hall.  We got a taxi back to our hotel and I got ready for bed.  A shuttle picked me up the next morning at 6 a.m.  Getting through security was a bit of a pain, but at least I got to skip the queue with the rest of the runners.  

After boarding, I settled in to finally watch some Bravo.  Soon after the seatbelt sign went off, I felt horribly nauseous.  Then I started to panic.  I was afraid I was going to pass out or vomit on the lady next to me so I quickly got up and went to the bathroom in the back.  It felt good to be walking around.  When I sat back down, I tried to focus on the TV.  I still had waves of nausea, but I was calmer and able to keep my panic under control.  The flight felt really long.  I turned the fan up, then down, then back up again.  Finally we began our descent.  That hit me with another wave, but as soon as we landed, I was fine.  It took me awhile to find where I was supposed to go to meet RKY, but I did and we went off to shop at the mall and eat some Portillo’s.  My adventure was over.   

People were very impressed that I had run Boston.  They mentioned local finishers in the paper, so a lot people found out that I ran.  I was kind of embarrassed by my time, but I got to cut myself some slack.  A lot of people were slower than usual and they weren’t even pregnant! Some people asked me if Boston was my first marathon.  Some people asked me what place I got?!  I don’t even know.  

I was very sore for about 2 days.  Then I did an easy 2 miles on the treadmill and that seemed to help my muscles heal.  I ran 4 the next day and then had the IL Half on Saturday.  Yes, 5 days after the marathon.  My foot was increasingly sore, but I ignored it and figured I would have my chiro adjust it when I got back.

The IL half started at 7 a.m.  I left where we were staying at 5:20 a.m.  I got to town around 6:20 but the traffic was horrific and I had to go #1 AND #2.  Panic.  I found a store lot to park in (probably illegally) and walked to the start.  The portapotty lines were long!  I waited 28 minutes and did my business as quickly as possible.  Hundreds of people were still in line when I came out.  I ran to my corral and immediately the race began.  I was pretty thirsty at that point.  The first water stop wasn’t until between mile 2 and 3.  I got water at almost every stop after that and dumped one on my head and one in my mouth.  Again, it was warmer than I was used to, but I was feeling ok.  They had splits at the 10k and 10 mile mark.  I used those to break the race down.  I crossed 10k in 46:18 and decided I could do the rest in an hour and I’d be okay with that time because my foot was screaming and my quads were just a little mad.   I planned on walking at 10 miles, but instead I just slowed down a bit and ate 3 shotbloks.  Knowing I had less than 5k left was very encouraging, so I tried to pick it up a bit.  For me, the hardest part of this race was miles 4-7.  

The last mile I felt good and fast, I passed a lot of people.  We turned and ran the final yards on the stadium.  I got my medal, some water and immediately took my right shoe off to ice my foot.  Now that I had stopped running, I noticed the pain was crazy bad.  After icing for a bit, I had to walk back to my car.  It was over a mile away.  I limped along.  When I finally got back to the house to shower, I took off my sock and saw my foot was very purple.  I was alarmed. 

The town had no walk in care clinic, so I ended up in the ER where the doctors and nurses were very amused that a pregnant lady had run so much in the past week.  Luckily, the whole visit was about an hour and x-rays showed no fractures.  Walking was very painful for the first 3 days.  I am on day five now, my fourth without running.  It is finally feeling better. I am getting more optimistic about being able to run the Mother’s day half.  Maybe even go for a short run on Saturday to see how things are feeling.  I have been doing exercise videos in the meantime and I am getting sick of Jillian Michaels.  I also really miss getting my heart rate going.  We’ll see how it goes the next couple days and I will hope for the best.   

Boston. Check.

Where do I begin?  Boston went by so fast.  Not the race…that was my slowest marathon…but the whole thing went by fast.  You spend months preparing and anticipating something and then it’s boom!, done in a flash.  

Boston wasn’t some big emotional or inspirational event for me.  I did it because I earned it.  I wanted to try it once.  Now that I have, I am undecided if I would do it again.  I should start at the beginning.

We left for Chicago on Saturday afternoon.  It took about 2.5 hours to get to our hotel.  We chilled there a bit before heading out for food.  We settled on UNO because it had a big menu and isn’t around locally.  The pizza potato skins were yum.  I had a chicken wrap that was mediocre.  The pizza looked really good, but with a plane ride early the next morning, I opted out of that. 

I slept pretty well that night despite waking up at 4 am for the flight.  The flight to Chicago was filled with people running or watching the race.  I mostly kept to myself and watched a movie.  We took a cab to our hotel, Hyatt, which was a nice place, but the rooms were pretty average.  The location was good, as we were two blocks from Boston Common where the buses were picking people up.  The first thing I wanted to do was pick up my race packet, so we started walking.  We passed the memorial for the four victims and stopped for a bit.  Police were everywhere.  We got some candy then continued our long walk to the expo.  When we got there, I immediately went to get my race bib and all that jazz.  I grabbed a poster but ended up getting the wrong one.  They put everyone’s name on two posters, A-L and M-Z.  I forgot that I had registered under two last names and grabbed the wrong one. hah.  

The expo was big and crowded.  I immediately wanted to leave.  I browsed the official Boston Adidas jackets but at $110 it was a no go.  The color was atrocious.  I did find a cheaper one that was light blue, so my friends convinced me to buy it even though it was still like $80 for this thin little thing.  We wandered around a bit longer and I decided I wanted a nice casual tee.  Finally found one that says something about Heartbreak Hill.  Can’t even remember who made it.  We left after that.

We kept walking and ended up at a fire station where the two firefighters had recently passed in a fire.  My friend took a pic with them.  She loved their accents.  They recommended a restaurant to us, so we walked there and ate.  I had forgotten it was Easter until I realized they were having Easter brunch.  I had some type of egg dish that was pretty good.  The side of potatoes were greasy so I passed on them.  Then we took the T to the Northside for some Italian fare.  We hit up both Modern Pastry and Mike’s.  Mike’s was super busy so I randomly ordered some cannoli to take home without thinking that it was made with ricotta cheese and wouldn’t last that long without refrigeration.  The whoopie pie and black and white from Modern were great though.  

We rested at the hotel a bit before going to the Red Sox game.  I should have probably eaten a good dinner at this point, but I did not.  We rode the T to the game and walked around the outside a bit before going in.  I got a hot dog and later ate some popcorn.  Yea, you can see where I made some mistakes with my carbo loading.  The game began with an awesome memorial ceremony that made me a little teary.  I blame pregnancy hormones.  The actual game wasn’t that great until the later innings when I was freezing cold and the Red Sox started to make a comeback.  It was late and I was cold, so we left with a tie game.  

I was in bed around 11:15 but I laid there for awhile and didn’t fall asleep until around midnight.  My alarm went off at 5:45 and I immediately felt excited nerves in my belly.  I was still mostly nervous about getting to the starting line more than anything else.  I got dressed and ate a special K breakfast sandwich that I had bought at CVS.  It was actually pretty good.  Then I walked to the common.  They were still only loading wave 1 runners, so I waited for about 10 minutes then got in the bus lines.  It was all very organized and efficient.  I got on the bus and sat next to an older gentleman.  I was hoping he wouldn’t talk much, but he did.  He was actually really interesting, like maybe the most interesting man in the world.  He lives in Kuwait but is from the UK.  He has run marathons all over the world.  It was his first Boston though.  The bus ride took forever, but really, just an hour.  

When we got off, I immediately went to a portapotty line.  I was getting hungry and thirsty, so I got some water and a powerbar.  I found out that powerbars are disgusting.  Ate a couple bites but kept it in case I got desperate.  I rested for awhile on a towel my friend stole from the hotel, ate a Snickers bar, then got back in the portapotty line.  This time it took about 40 minutes to get through.  A couple minutes after, my wave was called so we walked to the corrals.  it was a long walk.  The sun was bright and I could feel everyone’s body heat.  I knew it was going to be a little rough for me.  I was in the 6th corral so it took about 2 minutes to cross the start.  I immediately had to pee and started looking for portapottys.  A lot of people were peeing in the woods and I considered it because the pressure was really weighing down on me.  Around mile 2, at the first water stop, I found a portapotty.  Had to wait and ended up losing maybe 2 minutes.  The first few miles were rough.  There were pockets of people, but it was still pretty remote and sunny.  I got into a groove after about 5 miles and enjoyed seeing every mile and km marker.  My walk/run strategy was pretty much non-existent.  I walked and drank at mile 6 and not again until the half mark.  

Wellesley was my favorite. I loved it and kissed/hugged some girls.  At the half point I was at 1:47 and I was hoping to do the second half in less than 2 hours.  Spoiler: I didn’t.  The heat was getting to me and it was only 60 degrees.  I realized my body was acclimated to 20s and 30s, which is an issue.  Then I got hungry.  I started grabbing anything people were handing out like Twizzlers and fruit.  I ate all my shotbloks too.  My quads started to feel the hills at around mile 16.  I knew the worst was yet to come.  I really thought the first hill in Newton was the worst.  I walked before Heartbreak and then ran the entire way up it.  At that point, I knew I was going to finish and didn’t really care about my time at all.  I walked/ran a lot the last  5 miles.  The crowds were getting thicker and it was getting louder.  It was fun, but I was too stiff to care all that much.  I drank water at every stop.  I didn’t want to walk during the last 3 miles, so I jogged slowly.  I saw the Citgo sign and just kept chugging along.  

I finally got to where the turn for Boylston is and I thought the run down it would be a lot longer than it was.  I turned it on a little bit and ended up crossing when the clock said 3:54 (i think).  My official time was 3:52 and change.  My slowest marathon.  

 

Sinkhole, you mean the Crash Pit?

Boston is just over a week away.  I am still mostly nervous about the whole getting on a bus and waiting in Athlete’s Village thing.  I’m nervous about timing.  I really hope they have an overabundance of portapotties.  I already have had major increase in the amount of times I need to pee every day and I’m only 14wks 5 days.  I am also nervous about talking to people.  I don’t want to meet anyone new.  Not because I am mean, but because I am weird.  I hate chit chat, small talk, etc.  God help me, the bus ride might be torture.  

Once the race has started I will feel so much better.  There is really no pressure on me to run a certain time.  That’s one of the nice things about running while pregnant.  

I did a sub-7 minute run the other day.  It was mostly 1 mile and 800 meter repeats.  Then I would sit at the computer and watch Bridezillas clips for 3 minutes, then get back on and do another.  I think it will probably be the last really speedy workout I will do.  I did do a short workout today and tried the “tabata” method with 20 seconds of fast and 10 seconds of slow.  It was tough but I did 2.5 miles.  Tomorrow I hope to do 8-10 miles and that will probably be the longest I will do before Boston.  Gotta cut back this week even though the weather is supposed to be lovely and perfect for running.  FINALLY.

I feel like I am showing, but I am not really.  Just at night when I am full and bloated I seem to have a little pouch. Most people would assume I’ve let myself go a bit.  Last time I don’t think I popped til about 5 months or later.  Second time is supposed to be a month sooner, which means right after Boston I should pop.  That is when I plan on spilling the beans finally, though I might tell my mom right after the race.  I might wait til my 18 week appt the next week though.  

I haven’t had sciatica yet, but I am expecting it.  I plan to stretch and try to ward it off before it hits, but I’m sure it will sideline me or slow me down quite a bit.  I haven’t been to my chiro since the fall, so she will be pissed at me when I finally waltz back in.  

So less than a week after the marathon, I have a half marathon.  Hopefully I am recovered in 5 days!  If not, oh well.  I have that whole no pressure because I am preggo thing going on.  I plan on doing the mother’s day half as well.  I will be 20 wks at that point.  After that comes summer time which means a ton of 5ks that I don’t want to do.  Hopefully I will be able to do the local 4 & 7 mile races in July and I really have no plans after that.  

Well, I probably won’t update until after the big day, so fingers crossed it all goes well.