Race Report: 2026 Boston Marathon

My previous post was a race report for the Newport Rhode Races Marathon.  This post picks up where that one left off.

Saturday, April 18

After driving from Newport and returning my rental car, I walked across the street to the Hilton Park Plaza Hotel, where I stayed for the next three nights in Boston.

On marathon weekend, it’s tough to find a room at any of the hotels that are close to the finish line.  I was able to get a room at this hotel by booking through a travel company called Fit 4 Adventure.  I learned about them from a friend in the Boston Squeakers group.  They always have a large block of rooms at this hotel.

Hilton has a loyalty program called HHonors.  Because I booked through a third party, my reservation didn’t include my HHonors number.   When I gave my number to the guy at the front desk, he saw that I have Diamond status with Hilton, and he immediately gave me two water bottles and asked if I wanted a chocolate chip cookie.  He was then apologetic that there weren’t any larger rooms available.  The room I booked was the smallest type of room.  He wanted to upgrade me to something larger, but nothing was available.

The important thing to me was getting into a room right away.  I had driven from Newport in the same clothes I wore for my marathon that morning.  After two hours driving in sweaty running clothes, I was eager to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

When I was ready to venture out, I stopped by the Fit 4 Adventure desk to check in with them.  Besides hotel rooms, their package included several options, such as a pre-race pasta dinner, city tours, bus transportation to the start of the marathon, or post-race massages.  I didn’t book any of those things, but they gave me one of their T-shirts.

Boston Marathon weekend is always a social occasion.  On Saturday afternoon, I always go to a meet-up of Boston Squeakers.  We met for a couple hours at Time Out Market, which is near Fenway Park.  Going there, the trains were crowded, because most of the people on the trains were on their way to a Red Sox game.  After our meet-up, a few of us went to dinner together.

Sunday, April 19

I know a few good breakfast spots in Boston, but it was drizzly, so I ate breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant.

Sunday was the last day I could pick up my race packet.  As usual, the expo was held at the Hynes Convention Center.  Lines can be long, so I made a point of getting there when they opened for the day.  There was a long line to get into the building, but the line moved fast.

Once inside, there were different routes through the building depending on which wave you were in, or if you were just there to attend the expo.  It was a lot of walking, but the packet pickup process was efficient.

I didn’t spend a lot of time at the expo, but I made a point of stopping by the Marathon Tours & Travel booth.  I learned about a couple of new tours that are in the works for next year.

When I left the expo, it was starting to rain again.  I went back to the hotel and did a strength training workout.  There’s large fitness center under the hotel, and hotel guests can use it.

The finish line is always a popular place for people to meet and take pictures.  Marathon Maniacs always has a group photo in front of the finish line at noon on Sunday.  When I left the hotel to go to the finish line, I was pleased to see that the rain had stopped.

After that group photo, I was talking with friends until it was time for another group photo with the Boston Squeakers.

It was starting to rain again, so I found a nearby place where I could get a bowl of clam chowder.

The other group I always meet with on Sunday is the 50sub4 Marathon Club.  They also meet at Time Out Market.  I saw several familiar faces there, and I also met a few new ones.

For dinner, I went to Night Shift Brewing at Lovejoy Wharf.  They have Detroit-style pizza.  This has become my favorite pizza place in Boston.

All day I had been finding walking around town to be uncomfortable.  My feet were sore, and my Achilles tendons were tight.  I tried to stay off my feet, often taking the “T” instead of walking, even if it was only for one stop.  In spite of that, I still put in about 11,000 steps on Sunday.

Monday, April 20

Monday was race day.  For the last several years, I’ve been getting to the start in Hopkinton on a motorcoach chartered by Marathon Maniacs.  The bus loads right outside the Hilton Park Plaza, which is why it was so convenient to stay there.

The race has several waves, with start times ranging from 10:00 to 11:21 AM.  I was in one of the later waves, but we all needed to be ready to leave Boston at the same time.  The buses started loading at 6:15, and they left at 6:45.

It was a chilly day.  When I boarded the bus, the temperature was in the 30s.  My wave didn’t start until 11:01, and by then the temperature would climb into the 40s.  I don’t think it ever got up to 50.  It was also quite windy.  In conditions like these, I wear tights.  This was a day to wear the cheetah outfit.

The bus ride to Hopkinton took about an hour.  After we got there, I had about two hours before I needed to leave to walk to the start.  That’s a long wait, but we were able to stay on the bus in relative comfort.

Most people get to Hopkinton on school buses that pick them up at Boston Common and drop them off at the Athletes’ Village at Hopkinton High School.  They wait outside, rain or shine, until it’s time to walk to the start corrals.  There are hundreds of port-o-potties in the Athletes’ Village, but with tens of thousands of runners, the lines get long.

Club buses like ours park about a quarter mile away at Edward J. Hopkins Elementary School.  We had a few dozen port-o-potties, but there were far fewer runners at the elementary school, so the lines were short.  There was also a bathroom on the bus.

For the last several years, the race has been divided into four waves of roughly equal size.  This year, there were more waves, with fewer runners in each wave.  There were six waves, not counting the earlier starts for elite athletes and athletes with disabilities.

I was assigned to wave five, which was the last wave of time qualifiers.  The sixth wave included runners who got into the race through some other method, such as a tour group, a sponsor, or a charity.

At the appropriate time, those of us in wave five left the elementary school to walk to the Athletes’ Village at the high school.  From there, we had to walk about a mile to get to the start corrals.

In the past, everyone followed the same route to get from the Athletes’ Village to the start corral.  This year, they had two different routes, depending on which corral you were in.  Runners in corrals 1-4 of each wave took the new route along Church Street.  Runners in corrals 5-8 took the traditional route along Grove Street.  I assume they did this so we could get to the appropriate start corral quicker and with less congestion.

Each route went past a parking lot with additional port-o-potties, so we could make a last-minute bathroom stop on our way to the corrals.  I was in the corral three, so I was taking a different route this year.

My friend Jolene, who was on the same bus, was also in corral three, so we walking to the start corrals together.

After my race on Saturday, I felt like a train wreck.  I wasn’t even going to try to run at a fast pace in Boston.  Instead of starting the race with a time goal, I planned to go at a slow pace and stop to take pictures.

The start is sharply downhill.  I didn’t try to race it, but the downhill start made it easy to get started.  I wasn’t going as fast as the runners around me, so I was getting passed by most of the other runners.

Right at the one-kilometer mark, the road briefly turns uphill.  I was tempted to walk this hill, but I didn’t want to be the only one walking.  I ran it, but I slowed down significantly.  Even still, it was tiring.  Everyone was passing me on this hill.

Mile two was similar.  It’s mostly downhill, but there’s a brief uphill section.  Again, I took the uphill section slowly, but it still felt tiring.

My pace for the first two miles was faster than 10 minutes, but only because they were downhill.  Starting with mile three, my pace was between 10 and 11 minutes.

My cheetah outfit made me easy to spot.  A few friends who started farther back greeted me as they went by.  First, it was Kristen, then Erin, and then Jeff.  I also got shoutouts from random strangers.  A few people told me I had the best outfit.

The next several miles had a gentle downhill trend, but they were closer to being level.  I did my best to run a pace that wouldn’t tire me out, although I was tired anyway.  I felt like this race was just a continuation of the race I ran on Saturday.  I had no energy at all.

The weather was fickle.  It was mostly cloudy, with a strong wind that was mostly at our backs.  Occasionally, the sun would come out, and I would briefly feel warm.  At other times, there would be a strong wind gust, and I would get cold.  A few times, I felt raindrops.  Fortunately, there was never any persistent rain.  Cool weather with a tailwind is something people dream of at this race.  It’s the first time since 2011 that it’s happened.

I never noticed this before, but every one of the early miles has a brief uphill section, even though the overall trend is downhill.  I found myself getting tired on every small rise, even though I wasn’t trying to maintain my pace.

In mile six, my pace slowed to 11 minutes.  I had expected my overall time to be slower than it was on Saturday.  Now I knew for sure.

In mile eight, I finally decided to walk an uphill section.  There’s a guy who always watches the race dressed as Santa Claus.  Since I was walking already, I took my phone out to take a picture of him.

To use my phone, I had to take off one of my gloves.  In the short time my glove was off, my fingers started to turn white.  Because of that, I didn’t take as many pictures as I had planned to take.

The runners in my wave all had race bibs with green backgrounds.  By now, I started to notice that I was surrounded by runners with orange race bibs.  Those were runners from the last wave.  They started about 20 minutes later, but the faster runners from that wave had caught up to me by now.

I was drinking at every aid station.  Starting with mile two, they had aid stations every mile.  It was a cool enough day that I didn’t need to be drinking that much.  After nine miles, I made a bathroom stop.  After that, I cut back to only drinking every other mile.

In mile 12, I needed to take another walking break on a short hill.  Then, in the next mile, I reached Wellesley College.  I chose to walk all the way through the Wellesley “scream tunnel” so I could take pictures of the signs.

That mile took more than 12 minutes, but it included a long walking break.  Then I ran the rest of the way to downtown Wellesley.

I reached the halfway point in 2:26:20.  That was already 20 minutes slower than my last race, and I knew I would only get slower in the second half.  For the past three years, I managed to run negative splits on this course, but that’s hard to do.  The first half is much easier than the second half.  This year I was struggling, so I knew I’d slow down on the tougher sections.

In mile 14, I brought my pace back down under 12 minutes.  As I started mile 14, I noticed a change in my gait.  I was still running, but it was more of a shuffle.  It felt like it was somewhere between running and walking.

Sure enough, mile 15 was slower.  That mile was slightly downhill, and I didn’t take any walking breaks, yet it was slower than 12 minutes.

Halfway through mile 16, I reached a half mile section that’s sharply downhill.  That enabled me to bring my pace back down, but only temporarily.

At the end of that mile, I crossed the Charles River and entered Newton.  This is where the race gets tough.  There are four noticeable hills in Newton.  In the past, I’ve taken pride in being able to run strong on these hills.  This time, I needed to take walking breaks.

The first hill is the most gradual, but it’s long.  I didn’t think I could run the whole thing, but it’s too long for me to walk all the way.  There’s an aid station right at the beginning of this hill.  I slowed to a walk while drinking a cup of Gatorade.  Since I was already walking, I walked a bit farther.  Then I forced myself to run.

I could only run so far before I needed another walking break.  I paced myself up the hill by running until I needed to walk and then walking just long enough to recover.  I ended up taking five short walking breaks on that hill.

After reaching the top of that hill, I was able to run until the next one.  The next hill is at 17.5 miles.  It starts right where we make a right turn in front of a fire station.  This hill isn’t as long, but it’s steeper.

The hill started out gradual, so I ran until the grade got more tiring.  Then I walked the rest of the hill.  It was longer than I remembered.  Perhaps it just seems longer when you’re walking it, because it takes so much longer.

Because I walked so much on the hills, miles 17 and 18 both took more than 13 minutes.  Mile 19 was mostly downhill, and I was able to bring my pace back down, although it was still slower than 11 minutes.

The next mile had another hill, but it’s the easiest of the four hills in Newton.  I had hoped to run it, but I still needed to take a walking break.

When I reached the 20-mile mark, I was almost to the beginning of Heartbreak Hill.  On this hill, I needed to take multiple walking breaks again.

After heartbreak hill, there’s a short downhill section, followed by one last uptick in the road.  I had to walk that too.

I was almost to the 21-mile mark.  Now, I was at the beginning of a long downhill section that took me past Boston College.  As long as it was downhill, I could force myself to run.  The next time the road leveled off, I had to start taking walking breaks.  Not counting the “scream tunnel,” this was the first time I had to walk on a section that wasn’t uphill.

I ran the downhill sections, and I did a run/walk mix on the flat sections.  I was past all the major hills, but I was out of gas.

Between 22 and 23 miles, I made the left turn at Cleveland Circle.  There are multiple sets of train tracks in the street, so I always have to watch my footing carefully there.

After that turn, I focused on intermediate goals.  The first one was reaching the banner where we leave Boston to enter Brookline.  Next, I focused on getting to the 23-mile mark.

I did a time check at 23 miles.  This is where I realized for the first time that I would be slower this year than I was in 2016.  That was hard to take.  In 2016, I didn’t run at all in January and February, because of injuries.  When I started training, it was only six weeks before the Boston Marathon, and I was totally out of shape.  I managed that year to finish in about 5:08.  This year was going to be slower, even though I’m in much better shape.

The last few miles were agonizingly slow.  I was now needing to employ the same run/walk pacing on flat sections that I used previously on long hills.  I took frequent walking breaks, but I tried to keep them short, usually walking just 16 quick steps before forcing myself to run again.

At 24 miles, I made another bathroom stop.  By now, the sun had come out, and I was getting warm.  While I was stopped, I took my gloves off.

It was about this same time that I got my first glimpse of the iconic Citgo sign.  Then it disappeared behind the trees.

I was back in Boston now.  In the distance, I could see a small hill.  I recognized it as the place where we come up to a bridge over the freeway.  The 40K sign is right at that bridge.  The 25-mile sign is just a bit farther.

I had to walk up to the bridge, but then I forced myself to run again.  At the 25-mile aid station, I saw my friend Mary, who was volunteering there.  She had read my previous race report, so she understood why I was struggling.  She gave me a hug and told me to finish strong.

Just past that, I reached the one mile to go sign.  Ahead of me, I could see a bridge painted with the words, “Boston Strong.”  I forced myself to run to that bridge.  From there, it’s one kilometer to go.

As I ran under that bridge, I could see the next one.  I knew from past experience I would go down a ramp to go under that bridge.  On the other side, I would need to go up a ramp.  I forced myself to run until the road turned uphill after the bridge.  Then I had to walk until the road leveled off again.

There were two more turns.  As I made the right turn onto Hereford, I knew it would be the last hill.  We only run two short blocks on Hereford, but it’s slightly uphill.  I forced myself to run the first half of it.  Then I needed to walk the second half.

When I made the left turn onto Boylston, I knew I would run the rest of the way.  I could see the finish line in the distance, but it was three and a half blocks away.  I had to run a block and a half just to get to the “26” sign.  Then I just had two blocks to go.

I ran the rest of the way, finishing in 5:16:42.  It was my slowest Boston Marathon by about eight minutes.

As soon as I stopped running, I got cold.  As I continued moving through the finish area, I put on my gloves again.

There were volunteers with water bottles, but I didn’t take one.  I was only a few blocks from my hotel, and I had plenty of water there.  I kept moving until I reached what I really wanted, which was my finisher medal.  This is the most coveted finisher medal a runner can get, with the possible exception of a six-star medal.

Another volunteer was handing out bottles of Gatorade.  I passed on that and kept walking to get to the volunteers with heat sheets.

In the next block, I reached the post-race food.  Most of the food was in pre-assembled bags.  Other volunteers were handing out bananas, but I didn’t need any more food.  The bag already had more than I could eat.  I was disappointed to see that the food bag also had a bottle of water and a bottle of Gatorade.  After a race where I was usually cold and drank plenty of fluids, I didn’t need that much more liquid.

It was one more block to the end of the finish area, and then another block to get to my hotel.  Before going up to my room, I stopped at the hotel bar.  I had noticed earlier that they had the Samuel Adams 26.2 Brew.  I could think of no more appropriate post-race beverage.

While I was paying for my beer, I set my food bag on the floor.  When I got to my room, I realized I had accidentally left my food bag it at the bar.  I wanted something to eat, but my hands were turning white now.  Before doing anything else, I needed to take a hot shower.  It took a long time for the color to return to my hands.

After getting dressed, I went back down to the bar to retrieve my food bag.  It was still right where I left it.  By the time I got back to my room again it was already 5:30 PM.  I wanted to get some dinner before it got too much later.  Eating some of my snacks now would just spoil my appetite for dinner, so I saved them for later.

I wanted to go to Night Shift Brewing for dinner, but I needed to take the “T.”  That was easier said than done.  The trains get crowded after the marathon.

I needed a green line train that would go at least as far as North Station.  The first train to come into the station would’ve gone there, but the train was so full that it didn’t even stop.  The next train was only going as far as Government Center.  The one after that was going far enough, but it was also packed.  I managed to squeeze on, but with so many trains backed up, it took a long time just to get to the next station.  I needed to go four more stations after that.  Then I had to walk a few blocks in the cold wind.

When I got to Night Shift Brewing, the place was packed.  That caught me off guard.  When I was there on Sunday, the place was practically empty.  It would have taken an hour to get a table.  Around the bar, it was standing room only.  I got exceptionally lucky, and I was able to get the seat of someone who was just leaving.  That was a relief, because I was tired, it was cold outside, and it was getting late to find someplace else.

I slept poorly the previous three nights, but Monday night I crashed hard.

Tuesday, April 20

I flew home on Tuesday.  My flight wasn’t until 11:55, so I was able to take my time getting ready to leave.  My breakfast consisted mostly of post-race snack foods, but I ate real food when I got to the airport.

I had time Sunday morning to catch up on the Facebook posts of several friends who also did the race.  Because of the cool weather and the tailwind, most of them ran fast times.  These were the best conditions I’ve ever seen at this race, but I wasn’t able to take advantage of it.  This is probably the last time I’ll run another marathon on the same weekend as the Boston Marathon. 

Race statistics:

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:16:42

Average Pace:  12:05 per mile

First Half:  2:26:20

Second Half:  2:50:22

Marathons/Ultras in 2026:  11

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  583

World Marathon Majors:  30 (15 Boston, 7 Chicago, 4 NYC, 2 Berlin, London, Tokyo)

Race Report: 2025 Boston Marathon

My last post was a race report for the Boston 5K race, which is held two days before the Boston Marathon.  This post picks up where that one left off.

Saturday, April 19

Race weekend is a time when I get together with various running groups.  My first meet-up was Saturday afternoon.  Saturday was the warmest day of the weekend, and I had some free time after lunch, so I went for a stroll through the Boston Public Garden.

There’s a statue in the garden called Make Way for Ducklings.  On marathon weekend, the ducklings are often dressed up.  This year, the people doing the decorating outdid themselves.

One of the groups I always see in Boston is called Boston Squeakers.  We met at Time Out Market.  Getting there on the T was a bit of an adventure.  Time Out Market is near Fenway Park, and I was going there about the same time that people were heading that way for the Red Sox Game.  Every train was packed.

Tiem Out Market is a good place for groups to meet, because there are dozens of long tables.  There’s also a variety of food and drinks.  Our squeaker reunion lasted for about two hours.  Then a few of us went out to dinner together.

Sunday, April 20

I had breakfast with two friends who were also in town for the Marathon.  We went to The Friendly Toast, which is a brunch spot I had never been to before.

After breakfast, I did a workout at the hotel and organized all my clothes for the race.  Then I headed out to walk around town a bit.

Sunday is the day that various running clubs get together for group photos at the finish line.  I belong to three groups that were meeting for group photos.  The first one was Marathon Maniacs.  They always meet at the finish line at noon.

The next group is called the World Marathon Majors Challenge Group.  Runners in this group aim to run all of the marathons that are collectively called the World Marathon Majors.  They met at 12:15.

The last group meeting for a photo was Boston Squeakers.  They met at 12:30.  After this group photo, I had lunch with two of my squeaker friends.

In the afternoon, I had another meet-up at Time Out Market.  This time it was with members of the 50Sub4 club.

Time Out Market has about a dozen restaurants, including one with pizza.  After most of the others left, I stayed to have dinner.

I went to bed early, so I was already sound asleep when the fire alarm went off at 9:00 PM.  This is the third time I’ve stayed at a hotel that had a fire alarm while I was sleeping.  It’s always the night before a race.

I heard a few short bursts of an alarm buzzer that was too loud to ignore.  Then I heard a PA announcement.  I sleep with ear plugs, so I couldn’t hear the announcement until I took out one of my ear plugs.  By then, I had missed part of it.  I was only semi-conscious, so I didn’t hear it clearly.  What I thought I heard is that some floors might need to evacuate, but to wait for further instructions.

I probably should’ve got up and got dressed, but I just wanted to go back to sleep.  After that, it was quiet for a while, and I may have fallen asleep again.

After a while, I heard the alarm sounds again, followed by another PA announcement.  I had my ear plugs in again, so I didn’t hear this one at all.  I convinced myself that if we really needed to evacuate the building, the alarms and announcements would be continuous.  It got quiet again, so I stayed in bed.

When I heard the alarm sounds a third time, I got up.  I took out my ear plugs in time to hear them say, “All clear.”  Then I went back to sleep.

I slept for a few more hours.  I woke up some time after midnight.  Then my mind was immediately on the race.  My body was ready to go back to sleep, but my mind was active.  I tried to get back to sleep, but I was awake for the rest of the night.

Monday, April 21

Monday was race day.  The third Monday in April is a state holiday called Patriots’ Day.  The marathon is a big part of the Patriots’ Day celebrations, making it a community event.

The start is in Hopkinton.  Most runners get there by taking school buses that pick them up at Boston Common and drop them off at Hopkinton High School.

Some running clubs arrange for their own buses to take them to Hopkinton.  I’ve been riding on a club bus for the past several years.  It costs extra, but it has some advantages.  Instead of being dropped off at the high school, we get to stay on the bus until it’s time to walk to the start corrals.  The club buses park at Hopkinton Elementary School.  There are plenty of port-o-potties near where the buses are parked, and the lines there are much shorter than the lines in the Athletes’ Village at the high school.

I was lucky to be able to get a room at the same hotel where club buses pick us up.  I could board the bus any time after 6:15.  The bus left at 6:45.

The ride to Hopkinton took about an hour.  That gave us a lot of time to sit and wait before the race started.  I knew several people on the bus, and I brought some water and snacks.

To get to the start corrals, we first had to walk over to the Athletes’ Village.  From there, we walked the rest of the way along the same route take by the runners who waited in the Athletes’ Village.  In all, it was about 1.4 miles of walking.  I allowed plenty of time.  There are port-o-potties set up around the parking lot of a CVS that’s right near the start corrals.  I stopped there for a final bathroom stop before walking to my corral.

Boston weather can change significantly from day to day.  On Saturday, it was unseasonable warm, with a high of 82.  On Sunday, it was unusually windy.  On Monday, we had weather that was nearly perfect for running a marathon.  The temperature at the start was in the mid-50s, and it didn’t change much during the race.

The race is divided into three waves with staggered start times.  I was in the third wave, which started at 10:50.  We were seeded into start corrals based on our qualifying times.  I was in the second corral of my wave.

My qualifying time was 3:26:56.  Everyone else in my corral had a similar qualifying time, so I was surrounded by runners who were most likely aiming to run a time in the 3:20s.

I run dozens of races each year, and the qualifying time I submit is always my fastest time.  I ran my best time on a course that descends 3,700 feet.  I can’t run that fast on a more typical marathon course.  My goal was to break 3:50, but I was surrounded by runners who were much faster than that.  One of the challenges in pacing myself well was to ignore the runners around me.  If I kept up with them, I’d start way too fast.  Adding to this challenge, the first four miles are downhill.

The first mile starts out sharply downhill.  I ran down the hill at a pace that felt comfortable.  I knew better than to push the pace.  Most of the runners around me were starting faster.  I did a good job of ignoring them and just running my own pace.

The course is marked in miles, but early in the race, they also had signs at each kilometer.  The first mile was mostly downhill, but it turns uphill right at the one kilometer sign.  Going up this hill, I maintained the same effort as before.  I didn’t worry about slowing down.  I didn’t want to expend any extra energy on this hill.

I needed to run an average pace of 8:45 per mile, but I knew some miles would be faster and some would be slower.  I was hoping to keep my effort consistent.  I ran the first mile in 8:22.  That was faster than my target pace, but I expected that.

The next three miles were also mostly downhill.  I ran them all at about the same pace.  After four miles, I was already 90 seconds ahead of schedule for a 3:50 finish.

Starting with mile five, the course leveled off.  Some miles were slightly uphill.  Others were slightly downhill.  For the next several miles, there was verry little net elevation change.

Although my target pace was 8:45, I could now afford to be about 10 seconds slower than that over the next nine miles.  If I did that, I would reach the halfway mark right on schedule.

In mile five, I kept up the same effort as before.  I wasn’t sure if that would give me the pace I desired.  I had to wait and see.  As it turns out, that mile wasn’t as fast as the first four, but it was still a little bit faster than my target pace.

I tried to ease up a bit in mile six, but my pace was still about the same.  Now, I was starting to get concerned that I was running too fast.  On the plus side, I was doing a really good job of ignoring all the other runners.  Everyone was passing me.

In mile seven, I did a better job is easing up on my pace.  I slowed to 8:59 in that mile after doing the previous mile in 8:39.  It momentarily shocked me to see that I slowed down by 20 seconds.  I had to remind myself that this was the pace I needed to be running.

Mile eight was slightly uphill.  I picked up my effort, because I didn’t want to run any slower than the previous mile.  I ended up running a little bit faster.

At nine miles, we passed a lake.  The wind was blowing across the lake, and the breeze felt good.

Over the next few miles, I was running a reasonable pace.  Overall, however, I was still ahead of schedule.

Runners who have finished the last 25 Boston Marathons are members of the Quarter Century Club (QCC).  These runners have special bibs on their backs with their names and the number of consecutive Boston Marathons they’ve finished.  QCC members no longer need to qualify for the race.  As long as they keep finishing each year, they get guaranteed entry.  They also get to start in the second wave, which gives them extra time to finish.

As I was catching up to QCC members, I went out of my way to congratulate and encourage them.  I hope to join the QCC someday, but it’ll take me another 11 years.  By then, I’ll be in my 70s.

About halfway through mile 13, I reached Wellesley College, where the students come out and make a lot of noise for us.  I estimated I was about 70 seconds ahead of schedule, so I could afford to slow down enough to take out my phone and take several pictures.

That mile was my slowest of the race, but I thought I was still ahead of schedule by about 25 seconds.  When I reached the halfway point, I was shocked to see that I was actually 15 seconds behind schedule.  My watch had been consistently giving me splits before I reached the mile markers, and the disparity had been growing.  I realized now that my actual pace, on average, was about three seconds slower than the splits I was getting from my watch.  I had to adjust for that in the second half.

I had two goals for this race.  My first goal was to break 3:50.  My second goal was to run negative splits, which is challenging on this course.  At this point, if I didn’t run negative splits, I also wouldn’t reach my time goal.

I’ve run lots of other racers after only getting a few hours of sleep.  I usually feel tired before the race, but I don’t notice it once I start running.  The lack of sleep doesn’t hit me again until sometime in the afternoon.

This race has such a late start time that I wasn’t able to shake off that tired feeling.  I had felt tired since the beginning of the race, and now it was already afternoon.  I felt like my effort so far had been quite reasonable.  If I struggled in the late miles, it was more likely going to be the lack of sleep that would catch up to me.

For the first half of the race, the wind was coming from the south, so it was a cross-breeze.  Now, the wind had shifted.  It was coming from that east, making it a headwind.  I had mixed feelings about that.  The breeze out of the east would keep me from getting hot, but I didn’t know if it would be tiring.

The next three miles were downhill, and I used them to re-establish my pace after having a slow mile going past Wellesley College.  In mile 14, I picked up my pace enough that I was now keeping up with the runners around me.  I sped up to 8:28 in that mile.

Mile 15 was also downhill, but not as much.  In that mile, I was just a few seconds under my target pace.

In the second half of the race, I started to see digital clocks showing the current time of day.  To be an official finisher, you need to finish by 5:30 PM.  These signs helped back of the pack runners know how much time they had to finish.

At about 25K, I began a half-mile stretch that’s sharply downhill.  Here, I sped up enough that I was passing other runners for the first time.  That caused me to have my fastest mile of the race.

Just before the 16-mile mark, I entered the town of Newton.  The next five miles would be the toughest part of the race.  This section has rolling hills.  There are a total of four hills.  I knew exactly where each one would start, and I knew exactly what each one was like.

The first hill starts right where you enter Newton.  It’s a gradual climb, but it’s fairly long.  On this hill, I challenged myself to keep running my target pace, even though it took more effort.  That hill was tiring, but after cresting the hill, I had almost a mile to recover before the next one.

I saw a spectator holding up a sign saying, “Welcome to Newton.  Have a Fig Newton.”  She was handing out Fig Newtons.  If you didn’t know, Fig Newtons were named after Newton, MA, so I couldn’t resist eating one.

Another spectator was holding a sign saying, “I ran a 5K once.”  I pointed at her and said, “I ran one on Saturday.”  That got a laugh.

When I reached the 17-mile mark, I was pleased to see that I had run faster than my target pace, even though that mile was mostly uphill.

At 17.5 miles, I made the right turn onto Commonwealth.  This is where the second hill begins.  This hill isn’t as long, but it’s steeper.  If I tried to maintain the same pace going up this hill, I would tire myself out.  Instead, I focused on maintaining a steady effort.  My time for that mile wasn’t as fast as the previous mile, but it was still pretty close to my target pace.

After cresting that hill, I moved to the right side of the street, to look for my friend, Eliot, who was volunteering at the next aid station.

The next hill was still more than a mile away.  Mile 19 is like the calm before the storm.  I made good time in that mile.

The third hill comes early in mile 20.  This is the smallest of the Newton hills, but I’ve learned to respect it.  After cresting the other hills, you come back downhill.  After this hill, the road just levels off.  If you’re tired at the top of this hill, you’ll still be tired when you start the last one.  I gave up a few seconds in mile 20, but overall, I was still on pace.

The last of the four hills is Heartbreak Hill.  This hill starts out with a gentle grade, but it’s a longer hill, and it gets steeper near the top.  You’re going around a bend, so you can’t see the whole hill when you start it.

Going up Heartbreak Hill, my goal was to run at a pace that wouldn’t wear me out.  I was willing to give up some time.  What I didn’t want to do is wipe myself out.  I was slow on this hill, but I knew it would be followed by a long downhill stretch.  If I had enough energy to run well there, I could make up the time I lost on Heartbreak Hill.  There was a banner across the road at the top of the hill, so you can see where the top was.

My time for mile 21 was 9:20.  My legs felt heavy after Heartbreak Hill, but I was able to recover as I started running downhill.

Mile 22 is all downhill.  I adjusted my stride, and I increased my cadence.  In this mile, I ran past Boston College.  The students there were cheering just as loud as the students at Wellesley College.  This is another highlight of the course.

I ran hard all the way through mile 22, using the downhill to try to gain some time.  I ran that mile in 8:28, but I was disappointed that it wasn’t faster.

After that, the course started to level off.  I didn’t know if I could keep up a fast enough pace when I wasn’t running downhill.  I fought to keep up with the runners around me.

I was most of the way through mile 24 when I caught my first glimpse of the giant Citgo sign.  It was still about a mile and a half away.  When I got there, I would still have a mile to go.

I kept up a good pace through miles 24 and 25.  At the end of mile 25, I had to go up a small hill to reach the bridge over I-90.  It’s only a small climb, but it made my legs feel just as tired as they were at the top of Heartbreak Hill.

As I reached the Citgo sign, I had exactly one mile to go.  There’s a line across the street.  I checked my watch.  To break 3:50, I needed to run the mast mile in 9:27.  I knew I would do that.  I had run faster than that in the mile that included Heartbreak Hill.  If I could put on a strong enough finish, I might be as much as a minute faster than that.

I ran under the Charlesgate bridge, which is painted with the words, “Boston Strong.”  I kept going and started down the ramp to go under Massachusetts Avenue.  I wasn’t able to pick up my pace going down the ramp, but I fought hard to maintain my effort coming back up on the other side.

I made the right turn onto Hereford and worked hard to charge up the hill to get the Boylston.  By the top, I was starting to slow down.

After turning onto Boylston, I could see the finish line in the distance.  It was about three and a half blocks away.  At first, I was just keeping up with the runners around me.  With a block and a half to go, I was finally able to speed up.

I finished in 3:49:07.  I ran a Boston qualifier with less than a minute to spare.  I ran negative splits by more than a minute.  It’s the third straight year that I’ve run negative splits on this course.  That’s never easy.

A lot of people were stopping to take selfies just past the finish line.  I kept moving as quickly as I could until I reached the volunteers with finisher medals in the next block.  The Boston medal is always my favorite.

Next, a volunteer wrapped a heat sheet around me, and another added a piece of tape to hold it in place.  Now that I was no longer running, I really needed that heat sheet.  The wind felt much stronger on Boylston, because of the way the wind gets funneled between the buildings.  The temperature had dropped into the low 50s, and the wind seriously felt cold now.

In the next block, I accepted a small bottle of Gatorade from a volunteer, not knowing the food bags would have a larger bottle of Gatorade plus a bottle of water.

When I got to the end of the finish area, I only needed to walk one more block to get back to my hotel.  When I got to my room, my first priority was taking a hot bath.

I had a ton of post-race food, but I only ate a fraction of it.  It was already 3:00 when I got back to my room, and I was planning to have dinner at 5:30.

I had dinner with several of my squeaker friends.  When I looked at a map, it didn’t seem like the restaurant was that far away.  It was about a mile, which was a long way to walk after finishing a marathon.  We were talking well into the evening.

Tuesday, April 22

I flew home on Tuesday.  In the airport, I saw several other runners wearing their Boston Marathon shirts or jackets.  Some were still wearing their medals 

Race statistics:

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  3:49:07

Average Pace:  8:44 per mile

First Half:  1:55:15

Second Half:  1:53:52

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  543

Boston Qualifiers:  178

World Marathon Majors:  28 (14 Boston, 6 Chicago, 4 NYC, 2 Berlin, London, Tokyo)

Race Report: 2025 Boston 5K

On April 19, I ran the Boston 5K.  This race was formerly known as the B.A.A. 5K.  This is the fourth straight year that I’ve done this race.  It’s held two days before the Boston Marathon, so it’s convenient.

They changed the course this year.  The race used to start and finish on Charles Street, between Boston Common and the Boston Public Garden.  The new course starts on Boylston Street, next to the Boston Public Garden.  The new starting line is around the corner from the old one.

The bigger change was moving the finish line.  The race used to finish where it started.  Now, it finishes at the Boston Marathon finish line.  I like this change.  The last kilometer of the 5K route is now the same as the last kilometer of the marathon.

A lot of the people doing the 5K race are local runners who have never run the Boston Marathon.  The new course gives them an opportunity to finish a race at the Boston Marathon finish line, which is among the most iconic finish lines in the world.

I arrived in Boston Friday afternoon and took the subway to my hotel.  I stayed at the Hilton Boston Park Plaza, which is only a block from where the 5K race starts.  It’s also a convenient location for the marathon.  I’ve stayed at this hotel twice before.  The last time I stayed here was 11 years ago, before it was a Hilton hotel.

After checking in, I walked over to the Hynes Convention Center, where the marathon expo was held.  My race bib for the 5K race was mailed to me, but I still needed to pick up my race packet for the marathon.  I had good timing and arrived at a time when there wasn’t any line to get in.

After bringing my race packet back to the hotel, I took the time to do some strength training exercises.  This hotel has a huge fitness center, although it took me a while to find it.

For a marathon, I usually have pizza as my pre-race dinner.  For the 5K race, I wanted something that wasn’t as heavy.  I found a place where I could get veggie tacos and sweet potato fries.  That seemed just right at the time, but may have been too much fiber.  More on that later.

I got to bed early enough to get a full night’s sleep.  I slept well, only waking up a couple times.  I typically wake up every hour or two.

The race was divided into two waves.  I was in the first wave, so I needed to be in the start corral by 7:30 AM, even though the race didn’t start until 8:00.  My alarm was set for 6:00, but I was already awake.  As soon as I woke up, my mind was on the race.

I didn’t have time for a sit-down breakfast, and I wouldn’t have wanted to eat a full meal anyway.  I made do with food that was in my race packet for the marathon.

Before leaving the hotel, I spent about half an hour in the bathroom.  It seems like everything I ate in the last three days was going through me.  When I finally left for the race, I wasn’t sure if I was done.

The temperature was about 60 degrees.  I could’ve run comfortably in shorts, but I chose to wear tights.  I was going to be in the start corral longer than I would be running, and I remembered how windy it was when I was walking to and from the expo.

Although the starting line was on Boylston, the start corrals were around the corner on Charles Street.  The only people who could line up on Boylston were the wheelchair athletes and the professional athletes.  After they started, the rest of us gradually moved forward.  After moving forward, I was right at the corner.  I could see the starting line, but it was still a good distance away.

This is a large race.  I would guess there were about 10,000 runners.  Inevitably, with that many runners, it takes a while for everybody to get up to speed.  I was held back a bit by the congestion until I got around the first turn.

I kept accelerating until I was getting out of breath.  I don’t do many short races, and when I do, I’m usually race-walking.  Running a 5K feels different than race-walking one.  When I’m race-walking, I can only move my legs so fast.  This morning, I knew my legs could go faster, but I also knew I was close to my aerobic limit.  I had to make an educated guess how fast of a pace I could sustain for the rest of the race.

After the second turn, we were running west on Commonwealth Avenue.  Here, we ran straight for a while.  I still needed to pass a few runners who lined up too far forward, but there was enough room to get around them.  I started to settle in and run at the pace of the runners around me.

I didn’t have any idea how fast I was running until I finished the first mile.  I got there in 7:30.  That’s comparable to my pace in other recent 5K races.  I think my best recent starting pace was 7:22, but congestion at the start made it impossible to start that fast.

Next, we angled to the left and went down a ramp to go under Massachusetts Avenue.  I accelerated going down the ramp, but struggled to hold my pace going back uphill on the other side.  By the time I reached finished that short climb, I was intensely out of breath.

Looking ahead, I could see the Citgo sign in the distance.  In the marathon, you see it late in the race, but today, I was seeing it from the opposite side.

As we reached Charlesgate Park, we had to made three quick turns.  First, we turned right to run along the east edge of the park.  Then, we turned left onto Beacon Street.  After running through the park, we angled to the right to turn onto Bay State Road.  These were all streets that I had never run on before.

Along Bay State Road, I left like I was running a consistent pace, but then I started to notice that some of the other runners were passing me.  I wanted to challenge myself to keep up with them, but I knew I couldn’t sustain a faster pace.  I thought about how far away the Citgo sign was when I saw it earlier.  I knew we would have to go past it before we started coming back.

We followed Bay State Road as far Sibley.  After making two left turns in rapid succession, we were back on Commonwealth, but now we were running in the opposite direction.

As I reached the two-mile mark, I was curious to know if it was faster than the first mile.  The first mile included a congested start, so I was hopeful that this mile would be faster.  It was, but only by a few seconds.

As we ran through Kenwood Square, I knew we had one mile to go.  I expected the last mile of the 5K race to be identical to the last mile of the marathon.  There was one small difference.  Commonwealth Avenue is a divided parkway.  The marathon route follows the eastbound lanes.  We were on the opposite side, in what are normally the lanes for westbound traffic.

Ahead of me, I could see the Charlesgate Bridge, which is painted with the words, “Boston Strong.”  Just before we got there, we turned to cross over to the other side of Commonwealth Avenue.  Now, with one kilometer to go, we were on the marathon route.

I could see the triple blue line that’s painted in the street to show elite athletes where to run to follow the most efficient path.  I stayed close to this line the rest of the way.

For days, I had imagined how I would feel at this point in the race.  I knew the rest of the course like the back of my hand.  I imagined myself deep in oxygen debt, but pushing myself hard to the finish.  The reality was different.  I felt like I expected to feel, but I just couldn’t push myself to go any faster.  Physically, I was probably capable of running harder.  I just couldn’t motivate myself to do it.

It briefly got easier as I went down the ramp to go under Massachusetts Avenue again.  It was tough coming up the ramp on the other side.  As the street leveled off, it got easier again.  Then I made the right turn onto Hereford.

Hereford is slightly uphill for two short blocks.  I had imagined charging up that hill.  I couldn’t force myself to do it.  I maintained the same effort.

As I made the final turn onto Boylston, I had a different problem.  Since the second mile, I had felt pressure building up in my intestines.  You never know if it’s just gas, and you don’t want to find out the hard way.  I was within sight of the finish line, but I had to hold back.  If I ran any harder, I risked having an “accident.”

I didn’t actually slow down on Boylston, but I wasn’t giving it my best effort.  That was frustrating.  In the distance, I could see the large digital clock just beyond the finish line.  It was counting up, but I couldn’t risk going any faster.

I finished in 23:23.  Comparing that time to other 5K races that I’ve done in recent years, this one falls somewhere in the middle.  I’m satisfied with my time, but I’m disappointed that I wasn’t able to push myself harder on Boylston.  The good news is that I’ll get another chance on Monday, when I run the marathon.

The finish area for the 5K is similar to the finish area for the marathon.  It stretched on for the next three blocks.  After crossing the line, you need to keep moving forward.  That was fine with me.  I was motivated to get back to the hotel, and I was moving in the right direction.

About a block after the finish line, I reached the volunteers handing out food bags.  They give you as much food after the 5K race as they do after the marathon.

Just beyond the tables with the food bags, there were a few tables with bananas.  I skipped those.  I already had more food than I needed.

In the next block, I got my finisher medal.  The medals for the 5K race feature the B.A.A. logo, so they’re similar to the marathon medals.  I now have 18 of these unicorn medals.

The next block had our T-shirts.  After picking up my shirt, I kept on walking, so I could get back to the hotel for a much-needed bathroom stop.

The Boston Marathon is Monday.  Stay tuned.

Race statistics:

Distance:  5 kilometers

Time:  23:23

Average Pace:  4:41 per kilometer (7:31 per mile)

Unicorns:  18 (13 Boston Marathons, 1 Virtual Boston Marathon, 4 Boston 5Ks)

Race Report: 2024 Boston Marathon

On April 15, I ran the Boston Marathon.  This was my 13th Boston Marathon, including the last 12.

My last post was about the B.A.A. 5K race, which was Saturday morning.  This post picks up where that one left off.

Saturday, April 13

I always know dozens of friends who are also doing the Boston Marathon.  Marathon weekend isn’t just about the race.  It’s also an opportunity to get together with people who are in the same running clubs.

On Saturday afternoon, I always get together with a group called Boston Squeakers.  To understand what squeakers are, you need to know something about the registration process for the Boston Marathon.

Prior to 2011, registration opened in September, and it remained open until the race filled.  That usually took months.  If you had a qualifying time, you didn’t need to be in a rush to register.  Getting in was pretty much automatic.

That all changed in 2011.  When registration opened for the 2012 race, it filled the same morning.  There were people with qualifying times who waited until after work to register, only to find out that the registration was already closed.

After that, the B.A.A. changed their registration process.  Instead of registration being first-come-first-served, they kept registration open for a certain number of days.  When the registration period was over, they would see if they had more applicants than they could accept.  If they did, they would rank the runners according to the margin by which the beat the qualifying standard for their age group.  Then the B.A.A. would announce a cutoff time.  All runners who beat the cutoff time would get in.  Those who didn’t were rejected.  For example, a runner who qualified with three minutes to spare might get in, while a runner who qualified with 2:59 to spare might not.

A squeaker is someone who qualified for Boston, but not by a wide margin.  The Boston Squeakers were formed by runners who either missed the cut or just barely got in.  Many of the runners who missed the cut in one year trained that much harder, so they could make the cut the next year.

I joined this group in 2016.  Before that, I always qualified by a wide margin.  In 2016, I started the year out of shape after taking time off to recover from injuries.  One month before registration started, I still didn’t have a qualifying time, and I didn’t know if I would get one.

I can still remember going to the starting line of a race and not knowing how fast I needed to run.  The qualifying standard for my age group was 3:40, but I didn’t know what the cut-off time would be.  Could I get in with a time of 3:38?  What about 3:37?  I just didn’t know.  Late in the race, I knew I would beat 3:40, but I still had to fight for every possible second, not knowing if that extra second would matter.

I registered for the race, but I had to wait for the registration period to end.  Then I had to wait for a few more days before the B.A.A. announced the cut-off.  I got in.

I’ve never missed the cut, and I no longer have to worry about it.  Now, I’ve finished the race in enough consecutive years that I can register early, so I no longer have to worry about cut-off times.  In spite of that, I still identify with this group.  Anyone who has ever waited nervously to find out of they made the cut knows what it’s like to be a squeaker. 

The Boston Squeakers group met at Time Out Market in the afternoon.  Afterwards, a few of us had dinner at a nearby pizzeria.

Sunday, April 14

Sunday was the only day I didn’t have to get up early.  I slept in and then walked into the North End to have breakfast at North Street Grille, which is one of Boston’s best brunch spots.  This is their banana bourbon French toast.

I didn’t need to be anywhere until noon, so I did a workout at the hotel before going out again.

Sunday is the day that various running clubs meet at the finish line for group photos.  The biggest group is usually Marathon Maniacs, which always meets at the finish line at noon.

I know several of the runners in this club, so the group picture is one-stop shopping for seeing friends who are also in Boston for the race.  I had a light lunch with one of those friends before returning to the finish line for a group picture with the Boston Squeakers.

Then I went to Tiem Out Market again.  This time, it was for a happy hour gathering with the 50sub4 Marathon Club.  These runners have a shared goal of running marathons in all 50 states, with times under four hours.

For dinner, I went to Night Shift Brewing.  Last year, I discovered that this brewery also has excellent Detroit-style pizza.

Monday, April 15

Monday was race day.  Most people get to the start in Hopkinton by taking a bus from Boston Common.  They use hundreds of school buses to transport runners to the Athletes’ Village in Hopkinton, which is on the grounds of the high school and middle school.

Waiting in the Athletes’ Village can be fun if you’re with a group of friends and the weather is nice.  It can be miserable is it’s cold and rainy, as it was in 2018.

Some running clubs charter motor coaches to take them to Hopkinton.  The advantage of going in a motor coach is that you can stay on the bus until it’s time to walk to the start corrals.  There’s a parking area for these buses at an elementary school that’s just a few blocks away from Athletes’ Village.  The disadvantage is that you have to get up early, regardless of which wave you’re in.  My wave didn’t start until 10:50, but I had to be on the bus by 6:45.

The bus ride to Hopkinton took about an hour.  After that, I was waiting on the bus for another two hours before it was time to start walking to the start corrals.  I had to make a few bathroom stops, but there was a bathroom on the bus.  We also had lots of port-o-potties outside the school.  In the Athletes’ Village, there are long lines for the port-o-potties.  We didn’t have to wait in line at all.

About an hour before it was time for my wave to start, I walked over to the Athletes’ Village.  From there, it’s about a mile to the start corrals.  On the way, I made one last bathroom stop at CVS, where they have dozens of port-o-potties set up around the parking lot.  Then I walked up the hill to my corral.

The weather was on the warm side.  When we arrived in Hopkinton, the temperature was still in the 40s.  By the time the race started, the temperature was in the upper 50s.  The forecast high was in the upper 60s, but it may have reached 70.  I was expecting partly cloudy skies, but it turned out to be mostly sunny.  Finally, we had a tailwind for most of the race.  Usually that’s a good thing.  When it’s warm, it can be bad, because the breeze doesn’t cool you down when it’s blowing in the same direction that you’re running.

For the last 10 years, they haven’t had a gear check in Hopkinton.  If you want warm clothes at the finish line, you can check a bag near Boston Common before boarding a bus to the start.  If you want extra layers in the start area, they have to be clothes you’re willing to leave behind.  There are volunteers with donation bags in the Athletes’ Village and along the way from there to the start corrals.  I wore a pair of wind pants that Deb picked up at a garage sale and a disposable jacket that I got at the finish of another race.  I dropped them in the donation bags on my way to the corrals.

I had two goals for this race.  My first goal was to break 3:50, which is the qualifying standard for my age group.  My second goal was to run negative splits (i.e. run faster in the second half).  Those are both things that I’ve done in this race, but I’ve never done both of them in the same year.  Running negative splits is difficult on this course, because the first half is the easier half of the course.

There are four waves, and each wave has eight corrals.  I was hoping my qualifying time would get me into the second wave.  Instead, it got me into the first corral of the third wave.  The only way you can get into the first corral of any wave is to be assigned to that corral.  You can always move back to a later corral, and you can also move back into a later wave.  The one exception is that you can’t move into the first corral of any wave if you weren’t assigned to it.

I was joking with a few friends that I had the opportunity to do something stupid.  I could line up right at the front and then race down the hill with nobody in front of me.  That would be fun, but it wouldn’t be smart.

I moved to the front of my corral just long enough to take a picture of the starting line, which was currently blocked my several race volunteers.  Then I moved back to somewhere in the middle of the corral.  I wanted to have enough runners in front of me that I wouldn’t be able to run any faster than the wall of runners in front of me.

I knew what pace I needed to break 3:50.  My plan was to run as close to that pace as possible for the first half of the race.  The first two miles are sharply downhill, so I knew those miles might be a little fast, even if I wasn’t trying to go fast.

As we started running, the runners in front of me initially held me back.  Before long, everyone in front of me got up to speed, and I could run at my own pace.  I tried to start at about the same pace I usually start, but the first mile is sharply downhill, and it’s hard to gauge how fast you’re running when you’re running downhill.

Although the first mile is mostly downhill, there’s a short uphill section after about one kilometer.  Until then, I was keeping up with the runners in front of me.  On the uphill part, I allowed myself to drift back a bit.  I didn’t want to work too hard.  When the road turned downhill again, I started keeping pace again.

At the end of the first mile, I read my time.  I was surprised to see that I was about 30 seconds slower than my target pace.  That didn’t seem possible.  I wasn’t trying to go out fast, but this mile is always fast.

The people in my corral all had qualifying times in the 3:20s.  I didn’t expect to keep up with them, yet I was.  How could everyone be starting so slow?

As I started the second mile, I picked up my effort.  This mile is also sharply downhill, and I was trying to use the hill to speed up.  This mile also has a brief uphill section.  This time, I worked to keep up my pace going uphill.

Before that mile was over, I was already getting hot and sweaty.  I don’t usually get hot and sweaty this early in a race unless it’s extremely hot and humid.  I was also getting tired.  My effort didn’t seem like it would be sustainable for much longer.  It certainly wouldn’t be sustainable for the whole race.

At 1.9 miles, I saw the banner indicating we were entering Ashland.  Ashland is the second of the eight communities that we would run through.  Farther ahead, I could see the 2-mile sign.

My time for the second mile was much faster than the first mile, but I was still a few seconds slower than my target pace.  How was that possible?  These were downhill miles, and I was already working hard trying to get up to pace.  What would happen when the course leveled out?

I began to think that I was just having a really bad day.  Somehow, I just didn’t have it today.  The third mile is also downhill, but it’s more gradual than the first two miles.  I couldn’t speed up in this mile.  I did what I could, but I couldn’t sustain the same effort that I put into the second mile.

I reached an aid station and grabbed a cup of Gatorade from one of the volunteers.  There were so many runners moving to and from the tables that it was hard to avoid bumping into any of them.  I held the cup carefully and moved out to the middle of the road before starting to drink it.  I was proud of myself for doing that without spilling.  I drank it without slowing down.

I ran mile three in 8:02.  That was slower than mile two.  That was disappointing, but not surprising, since I wasn’t pushing as hard, and the third mile doesn’t descend as much as the first two.

An 8:02 pace is very close to 8:00, and it suddenly dawned on me that that’s the pace you need for a 3:30 marathon.  I was trying for a 3:50 marathon, so I shouldn’t be going that fast.  My target pace was 8:45, but I somehow got mixed up and thought my target pace was 7:45.  For three miles, I thought I was going too slow, but I was actually running way too fast.

Everything made sense now.  I understood why I was seemingly unable to hit my target pace.  I understood why it felt so tiring.  I understood why I was keeping up with the other runners around me, even though they should’ve been running away from me.

As I began the fourth mile, I slowed way down.  I let all the other runners go by me.  I needed to slow down to 8:45 mile per, or perhaps even a little slower.  I wasn’t sure if it was too late to salvage my race.  I was worried that those first three miles had taken too much out of me, and I would never recover from them.

I reached another aid station, but this time I slowed to a walk as I drank my Gatorade.  There was no reason to rush.  A few seconds of walking also helped me to settle down.

My time for mile four was 8:34.  That was still a little fast, but it was much more reasonable.  As I started the next mile, I eased up a little more.

I was entering Framingham now.  The course was leveling out, and there were even a few spots that were slightly uphill.  The moment I reached a slightly uphill section, my legs felt heavy.  I was only in the fifth mile, but I already had some soreness in my quads.  If they felt that way now, how would they feel later when I reached the hills of Newton?

In mile five, I slowed to 9:11.  That was too slow.  I could afford to give some time back, but I didn’t want to give it back all at once.  I was forced to pick up my effort a little.

I knew several people who were either volunteering or spectating at different spots on the course.  I was hoping to see a friend volunteering at five miles, but I wasn’t able to spot her.  The volunteers all wore the same yellow and blue jackets, so it was hard to recognize someone if you didn’t see their face.

In the next mile, I picked up my pace to 8:56.  I followed that by two 8:54 miles and an 8:52 mile.  All of these miles were a little bit slow, but that’s what I needed to do at this point.  The early miles took a toll on me, and even this pace felt somewhat tiring.

I realized by now that the conditions were hotter than I was expecting.  It was sunny, and I never felt a breeze.  I drank Gatorade at every aid station, knowing it was important to take in enough fluids.  It seemed like I was passing aid stations every few minutes.  In fact, they were spaced a mile apart.

At nine miles, I entered Natick.  There was a lake on my right, and the wind briefly shifted.  It was blowing across the lake, and the breeze felt nice and cool.  I really needed that at this point in the race.  Cool breezes like this were fleeting.

The first half of the course has a downhill trend, but the section going through Natick was an exception.  The next few miles were slightly uphill.  I reminded myself that I shouldn’t be too disappointed if a slowed down a little here.

I actually sped up a little in mile 10, nailing my target pace for the first time.  I slowed down almost to nine minutes in mile 11, but I was back on target in mile 12.  Now I was entering Wellesley, which was the fifth different town along the route.

One of the highlights of the course is the “Wellesley scream tunnel,” which begins at 20K.  The students of Wellesley College all line up behind barriers on the right side of the road.  I moved to the right, so I was running right in front of them.  Their screaming was almost overwhelming, but it pumped me up.  I felt like I was speeding up a little in that mile.

After Wellesley College, I reached the city center.  I was almost to the 13-mile sign when I suddenly tripped and fell.  I caught my foot on the cover for a gas line.  It was the second time this year that I’ve hit the pavement during a race.

It wasn’t a painful landing.  I didn’t seem to have any scrapes.  Physically, I was unhurt, but it took the wind out of my sails.  I got up quickly, but I wasn’t able to run as fast as before.  At first, I wondered if I would be slow the rest of the way.  By the time I reached the 13-mile sign, I was up to speed and keeping up with the runners around me.

Mile 13 was a little slow, but that was attributable to the time I lost because of my fall.  I was already looking ahead.  I could see the halfway point, and I wondered what my time for the first half would be.

My halfway split was 1:54:14.  That’s about where I wanted to be, but the way I got there was messed up.  I was on pace for a Boston qualifier, but I didn’t have any room to slow down.  One of my goals was to speed up in the second half.  That seemed improbable after the way I started.  The second half is the tougher half of the course, and I was already way more tired than I should be at this point.  My quads felt heavy every time I ran uphill.

The next few miles are downhill, and I was able to pick up my pace without too much effort.  My times for miles 14 and 15 were both in the 8:30s.  Mile 16 includes a half mile stretch that’s sharply downhill as we descended toward the Charles River.  In that mile, I sped up to 8:13.

As I crossed the river, I entered the town of Newton.  The next five miles are the most difficult section of the course.  There are four hills on this section of the course.  They’re not huge, but I would have to work harder just to run the same pace.

The first hill is long, but it’s also gradual.  I picked up my effort enough to keep up with the runners around me.  A few runners were walking.  I ignored them and focused on keeping up with the runners who weren’t slowing down.

That hill takes up most of the 17th mile.  Then there’s a brief downhill section, which gave me a chance to recover.  When I finished that mile, I was pleased to see that my pace was right on target.

The next mile starts out flat, but that’s the calm before the storm.  At 17.5 miles, we make a right turn in front of the fire station and begin climbing the second hill.

Several times during the race, I heard music.  Usually, it was at an aid station.  I heard lots of songs that I recognized, but none resonated with me as much as the song they were blasting from the sound system at the fire station.  It was a song by Boston, which is one of my favorite groups.  The song was “Don’t Look Back,” and that song framed my attitude for the rest of the race.  I had messed up in the early miles, but I couldn’t look back.  I had to forget that and focus on what I needed to do in the remaining miles.

The second hill isn’t as long as the first one, but it’s steeper.  It’s the first hill on the course that really feel like a hill.

Last year, I attacked this hill.  This year, I had to be more patient.  I focused on keeping up with the runners around me, ignoring anyone who was walking or slowing down.  For the first third of the hill, I found that to be manageable.  By the middle of the hill, I was still keeping up with everyone else, but only because everyone was slowing down.  By the top of the hill, I was no longer keeping up, but I did my best to limit the damage.

As the road turned downhill again, I initially used the downhill to recovery.  Then I started to pick up my pace.  When I reached the 18 mile mark, I was pleased to see that I had hit my target pace again.  Two hills down and two to go.

Just past 18, there was an aid station.  My friend Eliot was volunteering there.  I was able to spot him, because he was wearing his 50sub4 hat.

For most of the race, it was sunny, and I seriously felt hot.  As I ran through Newton, it started to get cloudy.  Having cloud cover make a huge difference.  I also started to feel a breeze.  We changed directions at the fire station, and for at least a mile I felt a crosswind.  That also made a difference.

Mile 19 is mostly downhill, and I really picked up the pace in that mile.  I ran it in 8:25.  Another friend had told me he’d be watching the race from somewhere near 19 miles.  I looked for him, but I wasn’t able to spot him.  The crowds were thick, and it was tough to spot someone if you didn’t know what they were wearing.

Looking ahead, I could see the next hill.  This one isn’t particularly steep or particularly long.  It’s the easiest of the four hills, but it still forced me to lift my effort.  I got through that mile in 8:41, which was slightly faster than my target pace.

At the 20-mile mark, I could see the beginning of the last hill.  This is the famous Heartbreak Hill.  It starts out gradual, but gets more tiring.  There are a couple of bends in the road, so you can’t see the whole hill from the bottom.

I did my best to keep up my pace, but I was starting to run out of gas before I reached the top.  I had to get halfway around the last bend before I saw a blue banner high above the road.  That was the top.

As soon as I crested the hill, I started to pick up my pace.  I momentarily forgot that the road kicks up again one more time.

After getting over that last little hill, I finally reached the beginning of a long downhill stretch.  Ahead of me, I could see the 21-mile sign and Boston College.  My time for mile 21 was 9:00.  I gave up 15 seconds, but that’s less than the time I gained in the previous mile.  I got through the hills of Newton without losing any time.  From here, it’s mostly downhill to the finish.

When you leave one town and enter another, there’s usually a large banner.  Theres isn’t any banner when you leave Newton to enter Boston.  That’s probably because you enter Boston more than once.  The next two miles through Boston were both downhill, and I used the hill to pick up my pace.  I ran mile 22 in 8:19 and mile 23 in 8:35.

By now I had made the turn at Cleveland Circle, and I was about to leave Boston to enter Brookline.  Here, the road leveled off, but it would eventually turned slightly downhill again.

When I tripped and fell earlier, I didn’t think I had any scrapes.  Now, I realized I had scraped the side of my right knee.  I had broken the skin.  I didn’t notice before, but now the salt from my sweat was making it sting.

Somewhere around 23 miles, I tripped again.  This time, I tripped on a patch of uneven pavement where a pothole had been patched.  I didn’t fall, but I had some awkward strides.  It was uncomfortable enough to take me out of my rhythm.  I slowed down, and I didn’t know it I would be able to get back into my pace again.  When the road turned downhill, I was able to use that to speed up again.

I had enjoyed the cloud cover for about five miles, but suddenly it got sunny again.  The last three miles were going to be hot, but I couldn’t back down now.  I somehow stayed on pace through Newton.  I wasn’t going to give up with three miles to go.

About halfway through the next mile, I looked up and saw the giant Citgo sign that’s across from Fenway Park.  It was still a mile and a half away, but it’s a major milestone.  When I got there, I would have exactly one mile to go.

My time for mile 24 was in the 8:30s.  That was encouraging.  It’s always tough to hang on in the last two miles, but I had done everything necessary to reach my goals.  I had to keep it going for two more miles.

I left Brookline to enter Boston for a second time.  Here, there was a banner.  Then, at 40K, we had to climb a ramp up to a bridge over the freeway.  This little hill is always tiring, but I pushed as hard as I could.  Then I reached the 25 sign.  I ran another mile in the 8:30s.

When I got to the aid station just past 25, I started looking for my friend Mary.  I ran past several tables, but I didn’t see her.  Then I saw a shiny unicorn horn.  She had told me she would be wearing that, but I forgot until I saw it.  I was already going by her, but I yelled and waved.

Underneath the Citgo sign, there’s a line in the road saying one mile to go.  Looking ahead, I could see a bridge painted blue with the words, “Boston Strong.”  I knew from that bridge, it was one kilometer to go.  That bridge was also the turnaround point of the 5K race.  From that point on, I would be repeating a section of the course that I ran as part of the 5K race on Saturday.

The road dipped down as we went under the Massachusetts Avenue bridge.  I picked up speed going downhill, but I had to go back uphill on the other side.  I thought back to running this same section during the 5K on Saturday.  I wasn’t going nearly as fast today, and I didn’t have to go as far to get to the finish.  I fought hard to keep up with the runners around me.  After that small rise, I saw the runners ahead of me making the turn onto Hereford.

Hereford is slightly uphill, but it’s only two short blocks.  Then I made the final turn onto Boylston Street.  I could see the finish line in the distance.

When I finished mile 26, I saw that I had managed to speed up in that mile.  I didn’t notice the total elapsed time on my watch, but I saw a digital clock next to the 26 sign.  It read 3:49:12.  By now, they had adjusted the clocks to show the elapsed time since the start of wave three.  This was the time since the gun went off.  I wasn’t right at the starting line, but I was in the first corral, so it didn’t take me long to cross the starting line.  Seeing that time really scared me.  It would take well over a minute to run the last two tenths of a mile.  I wished I had looked at my watch.  I fought for every second as I ran toward the finish line.

I finished the race in 3:47:41.  It wasn’t close after all.  Despite messing up early, I reached both of my goals.  I ran a Boston qualifying time, and I was faster in the second half.  I honestly don’t know how I did that.

I earned another finisher medal with the classic unicorn logo of the Boston Athletics Association.  I have 17 of these now, if you include three from the B.A.A. 5K and one from the 2020 virtual marathon.

I made my way through the finish line as quickly as I could.  I paused just long enough to get a heat shield that I didn’t really need and a snack bag with enough food for two meals.  Then I made my way to the closest T station.

The station was crowded.  Lots of people were waiting for the next northbound train, but there were also lots of people getting off the train.  At first, I had to stand, but then another passenger offered me his seat.  I’m sure I looked like a wreck.

After getting cleaned up at my hotel, I went over to the Marriott, where I visited with some of the other runners in the Boston Squeakers group.  One of the runners staying there overheated during the race and needed medical attention.  I felt pretty bad about that.  Earlier in the day, I had been talking to her on the bus.  She was concerned about the hot conditions.  I didn’t think it would be that bad.  I told her to just run her race and not worry about the heat.  In retrospect, I gave her bad advice.  I may have encouraged her to overdo it on a hot day, when she was right to be concerned.

By the time I got back to my hotel, it was getting late.  I had been up since 4:30, and I was about to turn into a pumpkin.  To save time, I had dinner at the restaurant attached to the hotel.  Then I crashed.

Tuesday, April 16

My flight home wasn’t until 11:30 AM, so I didn’t have to get up as early.  I still had leftover food, so I ate that for breakfast.  I had more water than I could drink, but I finished all my Gatorade.

When I got to the airport, I saw lots of other people wearing Boston Marathon gear.  It seemed like half the people in the airport had run the marathon.  We all gave each other looks of recognition.  We all silently congratulated each other.  For many, it was their first Boston Marathon, and it was a big accomplishment.  It wasn’t my first, but it was still a big accomplishment.  For the first time in 13 tries I ran a Boston qualifying time and also ran negative splits.  I did that in spite of shooting myself in the foot with a crazy fast start.

Race statistics:

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  3:47:41

Average Pace:  8:42

First Half:  1:54:14

Second Half:  1:53:27

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  511

Boston Qualifiers:  164

World Marathon Majors:  25 (13 Boston, 5 Chicago, 4 NYC, 1 London, 1 Tokyo, 1 Berlin)