Monday, April 18, 2011

DNF in Boston

I'll cut to the chase - Ran until 22 miles and dropped out.  The hotel was only 800m away.  The decission was easy.  My legs were becoming shot.  I walked about a half of a mile to get to the 22nd mile, and called it a day.  Some slight-ish regets maybe, but nothing that will haunt me of course.

So it all started good.  I was about 2:30 by the time I made it to the starting line. (Beaser was across the starting line in about 10 secs.)  I started my watch in a sea of salmon it seemed.  I was clicking off mid-6:00 miles without any issues and caught Beaser at exactly 6km.  My knee was still a bit tight, but no real issues.  We were constantly in groups and pods of runners. On my watch we hit the half in about 1:24, so Beaser was 1:26 or so.

There is just soooo many things to write about.  Mostly the throngs of people are notable here.  Spectators, that is.  Nary was there a section without people cheering and being jovial.  500,000 folks supposively line the course.  But all was going great through the half and I felt like aces.

Slowly fatigue in the legs was setting in deeper and deeper.  I knew I was going to have some problems, but figured anything past 20 would be just an easy finish.  That wasn't the case.  I tried to start back running just before the 22nd mile, but it was a hobble.  I did the math in my head and thought it could easily take me 45 mins to do the last 4 miles.  It was just going that poorly - so yes, I packed it in.

Beaser did great.  He finished in 2:53 and soldiered on through his aches and pains like a seasoned vet.  So all of the credit goes to him, and to everyone else who finished despite sore this and sore that.

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