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4/15/2013

10:23 AM

26.2 mi

3:20:03

7:39 mi

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120 lb
9955
47.2
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Notes

Been delaying on this write up for a bit because I can tell it will be long.

Pre-Race: Woke up with stomach pains around 5, shortly before I planned to get up. Not a good start. Took some tums even though I'm not sure that actually does anything for stomach pains - willing to try whatever. Started to feel better on the SRR bus ride in. Some achiness in hip from sitting, but sharp psoas pain had been absent. Met up with GE friends around 8:15 and ate some breakfast/hung out for a bit. Stomach was still feeling unsettled, but was trying to ignore it since it was really too late to do anything about it.

First 5: Race went off, felt a little panicked about how blocked in I was but tried to remember I didn't need to go out fast and it was going to be fine. Some jerk was still yelling at me for going out too fast, which was annoying considering I was sticking very well to my conservative start race plan. End of mile one, stomach pain was back. Tried to stay calm and take it easy. Felt no desire to speed up anyway. Spent the first 6 miles overall fighting waves of stomach pain and nausea, luckily the few times I really started to freak out and think I was going to have to drop it would pass. Legs also did not feel fresh, basically the slow pace I was running did not feel as easy as I would have like and I had no trouble keeping it slow even though everyone told me it would be hard.

Miles 5-16: After mile 6 I told myself I needed to at least try and pick it up to the pace I had been practicing. Increased pace really didn't feel any worse than the easier pace, so that was comforting. Had some waves of pain that made me pull in temporarily, but overall I felt a little more confident that I'd be able to fight through it since it wasn't getting worse. Took at GU around mile 8, was going to try for 2 or 3 gus. Gu did not sit well. This year I've been having an easier time with them, but it spent the next 9 miles coming back at me.

Miles 16-22: Attacked the hills with some confidence from practice, pace really didn't slow much. The mile with heartbreak in it was slowest mile of the race (7:59), but surrounded by quick ones. Heartbreak was definitely tough, but doable and legs got over it a bit. Took another gu at mile 17 even though I was still fighting to keep the first one down. Washed that down with some water, From that point it seems I'd lost the battle with my stomach. Serious nausea the rest of the race. Enough that water didnt feel worth it. Mile 17 ish was the last time I managed any water. Anthony hopped in with me at the 30k. It was debateable whether this helped but it didn't hurt.

Miles 22-Finish: I hate Beacon St. I always hate Beacon St, I didn't lose my pace on it this year, but it still sucked as much as every other time. Worst part of the course. Started to lose it mentally when I realized the stomach wasn't going away this time and I spent a lot of energy focusing on not throwing up. There was headwind, maybe it wasn't that strong but I didn't really need anything to make things worse at that point. Tried to calculate what I needed to hit 3:20 at 3 mile markers before finally managing with 4 miles to go. Based on my math that wasn't going to happen as I'd need to pick up the pace when I was barely holding on. Told Anthony it wasn't going to happen and then just tried to tell myself the exact didn't matter, but I'd regret it if I didn't do as well as I could no matter what that time was. This was easier said than done. I was tired, and being that tired makes me sad. It was rough. Anthony took off with something liek a half mile to go. Looking at my watch I realized I was a lot closer to 3:20 that I thought I'd be at that point. I'd held on to my pace pretty well. At that point I realized no matter the exact time I'd have over a 10 min PR no matter what. I did everything I could for the last half mile and managed a strong finish, and damn close to 3:20. Given the weaving at the start and the weaving on Beacon st nearing the end I had the course as pretty long, so I'll round off those 3 seconds and call it a reach goal achieved.

Immediately after the finish, it was like my stomach realized I was done and I didn't have to hold it together anymore and I spent enough time dry-heaving that I was coerced to the med tent. I didn't think I felt that bad, but things were definitely a lot less cloudy after a bit of help from those folks. I'm appreciative of the very kind volunteers, who don't listen to stubborn people.

Headed to the hotel room after the infinitely long walk to get my things. Then the day fell apart- that's been talked about enough at this point though, so I'll just leave it at I don't want to let 2 assholes ruin what should of been a great day anymore than they have already.

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