Re: Re: Boston Marathon Report: Snowski12000 & R. Hobbs

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rhobbs31
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There are about 15 billion things that I could express relative to this particular marathon experience – and maybe some time I will write a book.  26.2 miles of running with 20,000 competitive runners each living out their dream and achieving their personal goals is truly a humbling experience.  I can say that I had a lifetime of experiences Physically, Menatally, Emotionally, and Spiritually in 26.2 miles.  From energetic to exhausted, from determined to broken, from anxious to spiteful to joyful, and from hopeful to grateful – the full range life packed into 3 hours, 17 minutes, and 31 seconds.

I did manage to PR (by 11 whole seconds) and BQ, though I missed my goal of 3:15.  Unexpectadly, I made two new friends – Bill from Oregon, and Ahmed from Calgary – and it was great running and pacing with them.  I again had a great strategy and horrible execution – my first mile was planned at 7:12 – hit the marker at 6:14 – I was so excited. 

Through the long and tedious middle miles I settled in at about 7:15 and had difficulty pulling back – I wish we could have found that happy place at 7:30.  By the time I looked down from the peak of Heartbreak Hill, there was little left in my legs; but by drawing on mental, emotional, and spiritual reserves, I hung on to a 3:15 pace for about 2 more miles.  Soon thereafter, with the Citgo sign in view and with vivid recollection of the many experienced runners forecasting that I would hate that sign within 8 or so minutes, my heart rate dropped to 83%.  Nothing I could draw upon was able to swing my arms faster or lengthen my stride – I would not see higher than 84% the rest of the race.  I had formally hit the wall and was now powerless over my performance.

Making the last turn, my goals were now whittled down to just one – to stop running – could that Finish Line be any further away?  What if that Blue and Gold thing crossing the road isn't the end?  It was so far away – how far?  could it be a whole mile?  At least nobody is passing me — yet.

Somewhere on that long last leg of the race – the daydream I had fallen into was broken by a voice calling out my name and my city.  Instinctively, my right fist pumped in the air once, my legs slowed, I crossed the line, and several pictures were snapped of me stopping and checking my wrist watch.

2 years, 4 months, and 9 days after going for a 30 minute walk – my personal mission was now completed.  “Just like that” it was all over.

Ski – thanks for the kudos – I hope that 20 years from now – I can do what you do!