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With no further ado:2010 Boston Marthon race report:
I wasn't exactly sure what to expect going into this race. On the one hand, I was coming off a PR performance (3:06) this past fall in Chicago, and this last training cycle had actually gone pretty well, too. On the other hand, the first and only other time I'd run Boston in 2008, I crashed and burned. I was obviously a lot better prepared for this race, but nevertheless, I had some self-doubt. Coming from the flatlands of northeast Wisconsin, I didn't think a PR was realistic, but despite the fact that I already had my BQ for 2011, I did think that it would be pretty cool to qualify for Boston at Boston, so that's what I set as my unofficial goal.
Fast forward to race day. Up around 5:00, in line for the buses to Hopkinton by 6:00, and at the Athlete's Village by 7:00. Hung out for a while with my RWOL peeps, then headed down Grove Street with John and Ashley a little after 9:00. The lines for the porta-potties were wicked long, so I utilized the empty Gatorade bottle trick before heading to the start corrals. I was qualified to start in Corral 3, but since I wanted to avoid getting sucked out and starting too quickly, and since it was Ashley's goal to run 3:10 and "qualify like a man" anyway, I decided to move back and start with her in Corral 6. We ran into our friend Alice in the Corral, at which point some random dude dubbed them the "Double-A" girls, which prompted much laughter. The gun sounded at 10:00, and a little over four minutes later we crossed the start line.
The one thing I learned from 2008 was that Boston is a "thinking man's course" unlike any other, meaning that it's really important to run a smart, tactical race. With that in mind, I'd chosen to wear Greg Maclin's terrain-adjusted 3:10 pace band from MyMarathonPace.com. Ashley, Alice, and I made a point to follow the pace band, but we seemed to hit each mile a few seconds early, and by the time we reached the halfway mark, we'd built ourselves a 65-second cushion, reaching 13.1 in 1:33:35 (7:09 pace). This is where experience paid off. I probably could've run that first half sub-1:30, which would've sealed my fate later. Shortly thereafter, Ashley and I both commented on how our hip flexors were getting tight, and my quads were getting sore. In an effort to loosen things up, I really opened it up on the downhill out of Wellesley; it worked, but Alice and I lost Ashley in the process.
Legs actually felt really good going over the I-95 overpass through Hell's Alley and then making the right-hand turn onto Commonwealth, and we actually held pace pretty well, hitting 30K in 2:13:31 (7:10 pace). Fought our way through the rest of the Newton hills and up Heartbreak, slowing a little bit as planned and hitting 35K in 2:36:24 (still about 60 seconds ahead of plan). While the hills were still hard, I've gotta say that it was night-and-day vs. 2008. I don't know if it's just the overall mileage that I've accumulated, or if it was the better strategy or maybe some of both, but I'll just say that I no longer fear those hills. The fans were excellent the whole way, but they were effin' unbelievable at BC and really the rest of the way home.
Somewhere around mile 22-23, I could tell that Alice was really itching to go, so I sent her on her way. I was getting kinda tired, but the fans kept me going, and I hit 40K at 2:59:40, still 20 seconds ahead of plan. All of a sudden, I started hearing people yelling, "Go Ashley! Go Ashley!" I turned around, and there she was right behind me, and she actually passed me going into the Mass Ave underpass. We made the right onto Hereford, and I made a point to run the tangent anticipating the left-hand turn onto Boylston. I caught up to Ashley, who was slowing, and told her to finish strong with me. I kicked, and I crossed the line at 3:09:48, exactly 12 seconds ahead of my goal. Ashley finished two seconds behind me at 3:09:50, and Alice actually finished almost 30 seconds ahead of me in 3:09:20. Got my medal, my food, and my gear bag, and hobbled to Cuff's to get it started with the after-party.
Overall, I'd say I definitely conquered my fear of Boston. The hills are definitely tough, but I'm not afraid of them anymore. For me, I think I might even place Monday's 3:09 ahead of my 3:06 PR race last fall on my list of accomplishments. The biggest thing I've learned is that for me at least, it's not so much about any one training cycle, but rather the cumulative effect of multiple successful cycles stacked on top of each other. Looking ahead, can't wait for Chicago. I've got a goal in mind, but that's between me and me. As my buddy "the other Chad" told me, it's all about managing expectations.