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fuck that was awesome. to anyone who runs marathons...boston is the one to run...ya i know you know but you DON'T know till you do it.
chris and i headed to framingham aftah droppin the boy off in york on saturday. we had an awesome dinnah w/mike 'n ahd. she's quite the cook and i even broke my rules and ate ah special rice. ahd and i had a few drinks and dicussed everythin marathon and before i knew it it was aftah 12 so i hit the sack.
sunday woke up and had no voice...wondahful. went and did the expo thing...enjoyed all the samples, looked at all the cool stuff, bought a hip pouch thingy and saw a 1st timahs seminah which was actually very entahtainin. then aftah, we were both so full and actually too tired to make the dinnah so we just opted to go home and chill for the rest of the day.
monday..wow i didn't sleep too bad...woke up at 5:30. had a cliff bar and a sip of coffee but really didn't want it.
get dressed...yes my awesome pig shirt, my favorite shorts, and chris' old dress socks for arm warmahs...damn i look good! get a call from the winnah's circle bus on their way down wishin me luck...thanks guys, then we leave. boys drop us of at the village and it's really chilly good thing for the ratty clothes i'm wearin over my awesome outfit. anyways...we get in the coffee line, hit the pottys and camp out on the grass and staht the pre-amp process of my usual cocktail of stuff till our wave/corral gets close to bein called, hit the pot again and head to the staht. we're makin our way there and i see mr. reynolds. that was cool cause really, what ah the chances? i saw no one else.
anyways..hug ahd and the race stahts. i just the crowd take me. ahd disappeared into the sea of people at aftah 1. saw chris 'n mike and high 5ed them at 3. that was nice cause i didn't expect to see em at all on the course. aftah 4 people were passin. so i knew i was already slowin without havin to look. sorry...but i didn't care. as long as i felt like i could keep puttin 1 foot in front of the othah, i was winnin. it was really fun with all the people yellin and passin out food and drinks...i took it all. twislahs, fuckin fig newtons, pretzels...oh ya, i totally went of the no cahb diet. "feed the pig" i said...feed the pig! wellesley was fun and i loved the fact that i was just there a month ago with the group. it helped knowin that i had done the rest off the course more or less...so i just kept pickin flowers. all the liquid i drank caught up to me at 16....had to use the potty for the 1st time in a race and i had to wait so there was my time discrepancy. this hurt...but as the hills came, i found i felt bettah then on the downhills and i was actually passin people up everyone of them...weird. 20 came and went and i needed to pull some inspiration. ahd said somethin to me sat. night and i loved the idea. she said when/if you find you're at that dahk place, take 1 mile, assign a motivating factor to it and run that mile for it. so that is what i did...mile 21 was for domenic, 22 was for my mothah, 23 was for kyra cuch(i was yellin at ah durin this mile..a lot of down meant a lot of pain) 24 was for all my family and friends that saw me to this day, 25 was for chris and the rest was crowd influenced...saw mr. sherman - yay! that home stretch was awesome...i was passin everyone. all i thought was what the hell? where is this comin from? i didn't care...i finished and i won.
limped through the sea of recovery and finally found c,m,a and bren came...yay! called the boys but i couldn't hear good and i had no voice and cell phones suck. anyways, congrats were exchanged but i wouldn't see em and i'm sorry about that. found a good chinc place real close, had some good food and took the T to grace then back to mikes.
i told someone just recently that this is the race that will define you as a runnah...for me it not only defines me as a runnah but as a person. i now realize how strong i am and there is nothin on this planet that is gonna stop me from doin what i want to do....ever! this marathon just took all the self-doubt i evah had about myself and threw it right out the fuckin window.
i can only hope my friends can find a little of this in themselves and walk away as proud as i am of them.
che-ahs guys.