Berlin Marathon 2018

Last year, I surprised myself and ran Chicago in a sub 3:40 time. That led me to think that I had the capability of PR’ing in the marathon distance (my PR is 3:37:30). And I had signed up for Berlin for 2018. Berlin is known to be a fast course, and it would be the first time that I could qualify for Boston 2020 (when I will be qualifying in the 50-54 age group, so my qualifying time is 4:00) – so going after a 3:40, or a PR would allow me to register with the 20+ min group. Something I would love to be able to do. I told my coach Terry that my pee-my-pants goal would be to run a 3:35 – and hit the open qualifying standard. I wasn’t sure that was possible, but in the aftermath of Chicago, I was bold and optimistic.

So for 2018, the Berlin marathon was my A race. My goals were:

  • Gold goal – sub 3:40
  • Platinum – PR (sub 3:37)
  • Pee-my-pants goal – sub 3:35

I had good races during the season, yet my build-up for Berlin seemed odd. I was hitting the paces and the distances, but for some reason I felt underprepared, not ready. Maybe I always feel this way. The 8:12 pace I would need, seemed manageable even for a 9 mile tempo. Admittedly, I did these on the treadmill because of my work schedule and the darkness, but the last time I had tried to go after a 3:35, the pace felt harder. Terry thought my build-up went well and that I was ready.

Pre-race

We left Albuquerque Wednesday evening and arrived in Berlin Thursday afternoon. I have been battling some weird pain in my left leg (maybe sciatica? Maybe piriformis? Maybe something with my hamstring?). I didn’t tend to feel it when I ran, so I figured I’d be ok for the race. I got a couple of treatments and the last one I got the Monday before we left seemed to help quite a bit, but then over the next few days, the pain starting creeping back. I didn’t know exactly what it was, but it had left me in crippling pain about a week before the race. It was mostly painful when I sat – so the plane flight over was challenging. I had also been managing a low-grade plantar fasciitis issue in my right foot and, of course, it chose now to be a bit angrier with me.

I made it through the long flight and was grateful to have arrived. There was a welcome reception that night and then we hit the hay. I generally adjust to timezones decently well, but to make sure to get some rest – I took Benadryls to help me sleep. 2 each night until the night before the race when I only took 1. This is fairly common for me – although I think I took more this time than usual. Friday we did a bus tour, then the expo (which was kind of a mess). Saturday was the International breakfast run (~6k). We came back for lunch and then made a quick trip to see KaDeWe (Kaufhaus des Westens) a famous flagship department store here. We ate at the pasta dinner included in our Marathon tours trip. Then I got ready for the next day.

The weather looked decent – presumably starting just under 60 degrees and finishing just under 70. A little warm, but given how marathon conditions have been going recently, not bad. I decided to try and go for it – go out around 8:10s and see how it felt.

We left the hotel around 7:45am (for a 9:25am start) and walked over to the corral area. I was in the corral super early. So I sat on a curb and just chilled. I stood up around 9am, took my Ucan, and shook my legs out. It was a beautiful day. Jacket off, it was go time. My watch took forever to pick up the satellites. I turned it on at 9am and it didn’t fully pick up the satellites until we had already started moving up to the start line, so probably around 9:20am. There were trees lining the street – so perhaps the trees got in the way.

Then we were off! I could run pretty much right away, which is unusual for a big city marathon. I settled into a good pace. My watch told me I was running 8:10 in the first mile – great! Right on target, felt pretty comfortable, heart rate was low (in the low 140s). I didn’t see any mile markers or kilometer markers until 3km. I didn’t see any water stops. I tried to follow the blue line (the best course) and just ran with my watch – mile one 8:10, mile two 8:06, mile three 8:03. Right on track, actually figured I should take it back a notch. Then I hit the 5k mat – I had calculated that my kilometer pace needed to be about 5:05 so at 5k I should have been at 25:25. I looked down at my watch and it said 26+. I was shocked. At that point, I was more than a minute behind the pace I wanted (as opposed to slightly ahead, as I had expected). I looked again to see the mileage and I think my watch read 3.4-3.5. Way off already. I knew I wasn’t weaving that much and I was running a smart course – so either the 5k was in the wrong place (that was my hope) or my watch was messing up the gps (more worrisome). This discouraged me as I didn’t feel like I could run faster at that point. So I just kept running to my watch, hoping that the 5k was somehow marked long.

I think the first water stop came at 6k (at least the first one I noticed). These were a bit of a cluster. They were generally only on one side of the street, there was little to no warning that they were coming up, and they weren’t that long. So everyone was dive-bombing to get to the tables. Plus generally there was no one handing out water, you had to pick up the cup from the table. And they were plastic cups – so you couldn’t fold them into a nice V to make a convenient drinking spout. Every water stop seemed like it added 15-20 seconds. And was a real dodgeball effort.  But it was a hot day- so I needed to stop. It made me wish that I had carried my own water.

Speaking of the weather – it felt hot from very early on. I started feeling hot in the first 5 miles. I was sweating quite a bit already. This surprised me as I don’t think I felt that hot until about the last 6 miles in Chicago and I thought the weather was similar. But maybe it had been a little more overcast in Chicago?

I saw Derek, Beth and Noel at 11k – and by this point I knew this wasn’t going to be my day. The 10k mark had come and I was still similarly over my goal. I had no idea what pace I was running – I was still doing my best to maintain pace on my watch. I had started backing off in my head to a PR (which still would have been amazing). I thought I could hang onto that – except apparently my watch was telling me paces that I wasn’t actually running.

The course was tough mentally. It’s super flat – the flattest course I have ever run. But because I don’t know Berlin (and truthfully, it’s not the most scenic city), I had no landmarks. It just felt like endless miles. Compared to the other big city marathons that I have run, the first half to 2/3rds of the course was pretty sparse in terms of spectators. And where there were spectators, they were “watchers” – you know, the kind who just watch and don’t cheer (or maybe they were just cheering for their runner). In the cold, rainy, windy conditions this year, Boston had more spectators who were way louder.

At halfway, I looked at my watch and saw that it was 1:50:5x – that wouldn’t even project to a 3:40! Man, that was heartbreaking. My legs were already tired. I wasn’t looking at a negative split, unless somehow the second half of the course was shorter. I just tried to focus on getting that sub-3:40. But the wheels kept coming off the wagon. I saw Derek again around 32k – which was much needed, I needed something cheerful, something distracting. He told me at that point that Eliud Kipchoge had broken the world record and run 2:01! That was super exciting and fun to think about. I continued my focus on the blue line – telling myself that I was running in his footsteps.

Since I knew that I would not meet any goals, I tried to really focus on enjoying the experience. Which isn’t easy to do when you still have like 10 miles to go and your legs hurt. I saw a group of alpenhorns and some belly dancers. There were some good bands and drum groups. I read German store signs. Maybe I could still salvage a sub 3:45 and that would feel respectable for the day.

The last three miles, it was all I could do to keep running and not walk. I just kept telling myself- just don’t walk, just don’t walk. You can jog this in. You’ll finish. I still had no idea what my final time would be, since my watch was so extremely off. I had given up paying attention to time, I was just trying to get done.

I saw Beth, Noel, and Derek in Potsdamer Platz around 39k and that was super nice. I was ecstatic that 39k was only 3 more k to go (since I had somehow thought I still had 4k to go), but that felt like the longest 3k I’ve ever run. Finally I hit the finishing stretch – Derek was there right before the Brandenburg Gate. It was cool to run through that gate.

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Then a bit more to the finish line. There was no sprint – “marathon sprint” or otherwise. There was just a slog to the finish line.

What can I say – I am a bit disappointed. It feels like a wasted opportunity. I’m not sure what went wrong. Looking back at it – I didn’t have it from the get go. Was I not fit enough? I had gained some weight (a few pounds), so was I too heavy? Was it the Benadryl? Was it just traveling and the time change? Did I walk around too much in the previous days? Was my taper too aggressive? I had a pretty aggressive taper partly because I was struggling with pain in the weeks leading up to the race. I wish I knew.

Nevertheless, I persisted and got my 5th world marathon major under my belt. Next stop – Tokyo!

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Results

3:48:01

In Gender 1708 / 12337 (13.8%)

In Division 222 / 1996 (F45-49 Age Group) (11.1%)

Charrissa’s CapTex Olympic Triathlon

May 28, 2018

Goals:

I signed up for this race because Derek had won a free entry from Terry Casey. I figured it would be a way to keep my toe in the water with triathlon and not lose all of the progress I had made last year, even though I’m pretty focused on my marathons for 2018. It ended up being Derek, Jen Snead, and me at the race – and we made a fun weekend of it.

So – not an A race, and I didn’t have any hard-set goals. At one point I had thought that I would like to better my best performance on each segment (I’ve only done 2 Olympics, so this isn’t saying much) – have a faster pace per 100 yds on the swim; hold a higher average or normalized power on the bike; and run faster time per mile. Since every course is somewhat different, those seemed like the best kind of goals to set. So – to-date, my best Olympic was City of Lakes in 2017:

  • Swim was 1:46/100 yd
  • Bike power was 119w avg and 131w normalized (ok, it’s a little embarrassing writing this here as I can only imagine everyone is thinking how little power I can pull…)
  • Run was 56 min so basically 9 min/mile

Having said that, as I got closer to the race – I really started questioning my abilities on the bike and swim. I just wasn’t feeling like I was a triathlete. I wasn’t feeling confident on the bike, and the open water swim practice at Cochiti left me feeling a little (ok more than a little) anxious about the swim. I thought I had gotten so much stronger at swimming and was expecting that open water practice to go well. I still felt out of breath and like I wouldn’t be able to go the distance at that pace, so that left me feeling discouraged.

And then, on my shakeout ride the day before the race, I fell at an intersection. Banged up my knee – but really, banged up my confidence. I was shaken.

Pre-race

I was a bit of a mess. All my mental toughness from Boston had deserted me. Everyone told me to try and apply the same mindset – heck I told myself to apply the same mindset – and I couldn’t find it. I just had this ball of panic or anxiety in the middle of my chest and I couldn’t seem to rationalize it away. Whenever I tried to explain it to anyone, I ended up sounding like a crazy woman – worrying about catastrophic (although not completely out of the picture) things like crashing and dying and all that.

So – yeah – cray cray. In my defense, the day after the race I got my period (possibly TMI for the guys) – so part of the crazy was probably PMS.

I considered not doing the race – but rather than obsess about that option, I told myself that I could drop at any time, so I figured I would just keep going through the motions of getting ready.

Race day

Still pretty anxious. As I was setting up my bike and station, I lost the top to my front aero-water bottle. I couldn’t find it anywhere. I almost felt like that was the last straw, since I clearly couldn’t race on a blazing hot day without sufficient liquids. But I kept going through the motions. My rack neighbors were awesome and helped me look for it (even lending me a light). Then someone gave me some tape to cover the opening and that did the trick. Crisis averted! (as a note – I finally did find the piece after the whole race when we were back at the VRBO – it was in the water bottle itself. Several of us had looked in there and didn’t see it, so I have no idea how we missed it).

As we were getting ready to go in the water – Derek said something that finally seemed to snap my head back into place. He said – you know how to swim – all you have to do right now is jump in the water and swim. And I’m like – ok, I can do that. Then he left to get into his wave.

Jen and I got to hang out together til the start. For the age group athletes, they did a time trial start within your age group. You lined up in your age group and they started athletes every couple of seconds. I think Jen and I both had this image that we would get to start together, maybe wish each other good luck and high five or something. But the reality was, we got to the end of the dock, the starter pointed at me and pointed me to a spot and told me to jump in. It was all very quick – I never got to say a final good luck to Jen.

I focused on finding a groove in my swim. I loved the time trial start – it was so much less chaotic and crowded. I felt like I was having a great swim – felt relaxed and strong. I saw lots of other colored caps (colors other than my own) – so I figured I was doing pretty well. I was a little confused at the third turn -it was further than I expected and I couldn’t exactly figure out where I had to go. But this was my best swim yet by far – not so much time-wise, but just in how it felt.

Into transition and off on the bike! I didn’t dawdle, but I also didn’t rush. I wasn’t aiming for anything in this race, so I really wanted to keep calm. The bike course is four loops – there were some inclines, but no real hills. Having said that, there were some good gradual downhills which allowed you to get some speed. Derek passed me right as I entered the course – he was heading out on his second loop – so that was really cool! He called out – “Go Trail Dogs!” – maybe he didn’t know it was me…LOL? I felt like I was having a decent bike. It was a bit crowded, but the streets were wide. The loops helped the time to pass. I saw both Derek and Jen a couple of times on the ride.

Dismounting – I almost fell over again, but managed to get my bike back upright. Again – I didn’t dawdle, but I didn’t rush in transition. Drank a little more water and then off on the run. I was just happy at this point to be safely on the run. It was a hot day – mid-90s and humid (especially compared to Albuquerque!). I figured I would just see how it felt. I ran what felt comfortable and intentionally started off a little slower, because I know I have a tendency to go out a little strong and then die.

So I just chugged along. I saw Derek on the first out-and-back which was cool. The course had more shade than anticipated – which was a relief. And the heat didn’t bother me that much. I just ran what felt good and when I did glance at my watch, I could tell that I had a reasonable pace going. I didn’t see anyone in my age group for a long time. On the second loop – I noticed a few women in my age group on the backside – but I wasn’t sure if they were on their first or second loop. I passed them pretty easily, so I just figured they were on their first loop.

The last part of the loop is an out-and-back on a bridge. Derek was finished and was cheering for me as I turned the corner to head out onto the bridge. That was cool! I had some energy to pick it up – so I started pressing a little bit. On the way back over the bridge – a woman was going out and she called out my number and said something about me having a strong race. That’s what made me start wondering if I might place in my age group. We had seen this woman racking her bike the day before and she had a fancy jacket and seemed to know everyone – so she definitely gave off that “I’m competitive” vibe. I had no idea why she would single me out – except if she had somehow been tracking her age group and knew who was ahead of her. I have to admit, I was a bad athlete and didn’t have my body marked with my age – I was too grumpy and lazy in the morning to get it done, and frankly I didn’t think I was a contender, and I didn’t figure that it would matter.

I probably had about 0.2 miles left – and Derek was cheering me on – so I “sprinted” to the finish line. Ok – my sprint is not really an impressive thing – but let’s just say that I made an effort to move my legs faster and cover more ground. Perhaps it looked that way, perhaps not. The announcer called out my name which was super cool – and I was done!

I hadn’t really been bothered by the heat until the second I crossed that line and stopped. Then I was overcome with how hot I was, I couldn’t catch my breath, and I felt like I would fall over if I had to stand still. Of course – they wanted me to stand still to get the chip off of my ankle…lol. I ducked into the med tent just to get some shade and get my breath. Then I met up with Derek. Since my curiosity had been piqued – I asked him if we could go to the results tent to see how I did. I came in 2nd in my age group!!! There were only 14 of us, so it wasn’t a huge age group – nonetheless, I was over the moon.

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Aftermath

I have had a real lingering sense of pride and accomplishment from this race. Triathloning is still very new and out-of-my-comfort-zone. I’ve only done five triathlons (including this one) vs. 12 marathons, and over 30 half marathons. When you add up the facts that I am a scaredy-cat, I have pretty weak balance, and people really have had serious accidents on their bikes – the cycling thing in particular gets me spooked. Even though my fear probably seemed irrational and silly to most, it was a big deal for me to act in the face of my fear – to just keep putting one foot in front of the other and not let my fear talk me out of the race. I think if I had let it take over, I probably would never do another triathlon.

Taking an age group award was just the icing on the cake. It left me feeling strong and athletic. Looking at the results later – I realized that I ran down the women who finished in 3rd and 4th between miles 3.8 and 5.8 of the run. My bike still needs a lot of work – as I was 7th out of 14 on the bike. And my transitions were also middle of the pack. My swim and ultimately my run really carried me.

Austin was a great city and the race was really fun and convenient. The race hotel was right next to transition and we stayed in a VRBO apartment right next to the race hotel – gorgeous views of the course, kitchen for food prep, nice surroundings. The time trial start made the swim so much more pleasant. The loops on the bike and run course allowed us to see each other a couple of times and also made the course spectator friendly. I would definitely recommend this race to others.

Results:

Segment Time Pace/Power Division Gender Overall
Swim 29:36 1:59 / 100m (official)

1:43 / 100y (garmin)

2 of 14 24 of 143 145 of 574
T1 3:28 7 of 14 60 of 143 242 of 571
Bike 1:14:39 19.53 mi/hr (official)

123 W avg

137 W np

7 of 14 54 of 145 310 of 574
T2 2:50 5 of 14 68 of 145 317 of 572
Run 49:28 7:58 min/mi (official)

8:06 min/mi (garmin, I had the course at 6.1mi)

1 of 14 24 of 146 128 of 571
Total 2:39:59 2 of 14 28 of 146 169 of 573

Charrissa’s 2018 Boston Marathon

Goals
All I said to my coach Terry Casey was that I wanted to run a strong Boston. My big A race for this year is the Berlin marathon. Boston is a tough course and I wasn’t sure how fully trained I would be since I was coming off of a fun marathon at Disney and a month of working crazy hours for NBC Olympics so I wasn’t expecting to PR (3:37:30) or beat Chicago (3:39). So what does a “strong” Boston mean? Well – better than my previous two Bostons which both came in about 3:52 (both times I was injured and took weeks off of training before the race). And one where I felt pretty strong the whole way (in 2016 I went out trying to hit a goal and kept readjusting that down as the miles ticked on and the last several miles were a slog). I didn’t define strict A, B, and C goals – but I probably was thinking of them like:

A – between 3:40 and 3:45 – closer to 3:40 if it was a good day
B – between 3:45 and 3:50
C – PR Boston (sub 3:52)

Getting Ready
Leading up the day, it became apparent that the weather was going to be ugly. I ran in 2015 when it was cold and windy and rainy and I’ve run a half marathon in a downpour – so I have some experience with this (not that I wanted more). The weather in Boston is mercurial – and the forecast can change each day as you get closer, but mostly the forecast got worse. Cold, windy, rainy weather is some of the hardest to dress for – you want more clothing for warmth, something to break the wind, but less clothing to get wet and hold cold water against your skin. Thankfully – Kathleen Stabler had suggested that I wear a light running rain jacket and actually loaned me one – total lifesaver. So I had a plan. After some debate with myself about shorts vs. capris – I settled on my race attire: singlet, light running raincoat, shorts, hat with a brim, gloves. I also slathered Aquaphor on my feet – this was a rainy weather tip I picked up a few years back and it has kept me from blistering during rainy races.

Almost more important than that was what to wear before the race. You have to stand around for awhile in the athlete’s village and, I had made the decision that I wanted to go to the busses and village with Derek, which meant I would be out there an extra 45 minutes or so since he was wave 2 and I was wave 3. It’s his first Boston and I wanted to see him off. Plus – having been at the athlete’s village – I knew it would be a muddy field (although I had no idea the extent of the mudpit we would find). Our whole goal was to stay as dry and warm as possible before race start. Looking back on it – I think we did about as well as we could have and this might have made a big difference in our races compared to others.

So what did I wear? On top of my running rain jacket, I wore a throwaway jacket and then a rain poncho on top of that (as a note – whenever I have a jacket or sweatshirt or anything like that that I am thinking of giving to charity, I don’t give it away – I stack it in my closet as a future pre-race throwaway, this really helped for Boston). I had on fuzzy pajama pants to keep my legs warm. I tied plastic grocery bags over my shoes and then put shower caps over those. Since I had an extra shower cap – I put that over my baseball cap to keep it dry. We had hand warmers also (which I put in my gloves as I headed to the start line, but frankly – I don’t think they worked at all, so I ditched them several miles in). It was a serious fashion statement and I did hesitate a moment before we headed out – almost letting my self-consciousness looking completely ridiculous get the best of me. I am glad I didn’t.

Race Day
Our outfits really did help – I was still warm and dry on the bus. At the athlete’s village, we waded through the mud – and I instantly lost both of the shower caps off of my feet, but was so incredibly grateful that the plastic bags hung on (and I walked so carefully to try not to lose them). We waited an incredibly long time in the line for the portapots – where I got to contemplate how challenging it would be to go pee with all this crap on. And I had a moment of sheer terror while in line – at one point the wind picked up (had to be close to 30 mph at that moment) and the rain picked up and turned to sleet. I think my face turned white (and not because of the cold) – I really wasn’t sure I could do this.

Derek left for the corrals right after that and I was left to meander the sodden fields alone. I contemplated going under a tent – but the closest tent was a mudbath – practically no one was in it. So I huddled behind an information tent. Despite the extra time in the cold, I was glad I went to the start with him because we got this awesome picture together:

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When my wave was finally called, I made the 0.7 mile trek towards the corrals. I waited by the final Big Brothers Big Sisters truck until we were released into the corrals and at that point, I took my pajama pants off, the plastic bags off of my feet, and I think I took off my rain poncho and the shower cap on my head too. I just thought all of these would be hard to take off in the corral and I didn’t want to run in them. I still had my throwaway jacket on which I left on until the last few minutes. Despite doing such a good job at keeping my feet dry – my shoes were soaked by the time I got to the corral, it was raining that hard.

I had put on a 3:45 pace bracelet in the morning thinking that, who knows, if things aren’t that bad, maybe I could still try for that. But by the time I started, I was just thinking about finishing. Mostly I used it to make sure I didn’t go out too fast. We had heard several people (Greg McMillan, Meb, etc) talk about how to run this course and how you really need to be patient and try to run an even race. The pace bracelet was tailored to Boston (it adjusts mile splits based on the course) – and it still only had the first two miles at 5 seconds a mile faster than an even pace and I think the third mile at 10 seconds a mile faster – so a little faster than even, but not a screamer. I figured today was as good a day as any to try this conservative approach, since I wasn’t really sure I could run a great time anyway.

Once we got running – things were better. Not even a mile or so in – I was just struck by how much I love this race – because there were people lining the streets in front of their homes cheering their brains out for us. Yes, the crowds were thinner than usual – but they really made up for it in their enthusiasm and loudness! I had made up my mind earlier that week that I needed to embrace it, conditions and all, and seek to enjoy it – I figured if I focused on how miserable things were, that I would certainly have a miserable day. And truly – if I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t have to.

I remember the electrical supply company at mile 7.3 where you can “check out your style and form” in their windows as you run by. I remember running through one town where the rain and winds picked up (I called this the “deluge” – the “deluge” would happen periodically during the race) and a spectator yelled “Bring it!!” So every time the “deluge” happened later, I laughed to myself and said “Bring it!” What else was there to do but laugh?

Around mile 10 – I was just about exactly on my pace according to the bracelet, and I felt that my legs were more tired than I thought that they should at that point. So I wondered if this was going to be a hard day. I wondered – am I not as fit as I thought? Are the conditions making it harder? Is the cold making me feel this way? I didn’t know – but I used my old Grandma’s Marathon trick and just told myself, well, you aren’t hurting now – so just keep going.

I high-fived a bunch of girls at Wellesley, didn’t stop for a kiss though. Took it easy down mile 15 and got ready for the hills. I felt really strong on the hills and powered up them (ok, “powered” for me looks a bit like “slow” for some other Trail Dogs). There were surprisingly fewer people walking the hills than I remembered from previous Bostons. I gained time in the hills and started thinking that I might be in good shape. I’ll admit, I mistakenly thought that maybe hill 3 was actually Heartbreak (and then I actually got onto Heartbreak and realized that sadly I was wrong and I had to get up the hill).

Somewhere in the hills – there was a guy under a tent on the left side who had a microphone and speakers and he was telling all of us that Desi Linden had won! I was overcome with happiness and it gave wings to my feet. So excited to hear that!

Once I crested Heartbreak, I tested my legs on the downhill and found that they were ok – so I figured I could take it in harder. I sped up a bit and knew that I was gaining some time. Interestingly – at this point, I was flying by people. I was so excited to see the Citgo sign, the one mile to go line – I always get verklempt at this point. Kenmore Square is always incredible – so many people screaming for you. Then under Mass Ave, right on Hereford, left on Boylston – the crowds were incredible – you really do feel like you are something amazing. Why would all these crazy people stand out in the freezing, blustery rain to cheer you on? I could not be more grateful to all the volunteers, security people, and spectators. And just at the finish line – the announcer called out my name! Charrissa Lin from Albuquerque!!! Yeessssss!!! Victory.

The Results
I am really happy with my results.
Finish time 3:43:40
I ran the second half only 32 seconds slower than the first!
Overall 11685/25746 (45.4%)
In Gender 3759/11604 (Female) (32.4%)
In Division 281/1664 (F45-49 Age Group) (16.9%)

I am blown away by my placement. My bib was 20228 – and I had kinda been feeling self-conscious on the weekend knowing that the vast majority of people there were all faster than me. Top half of the field, at Boston? Top third of my gender? Crazy.

The Aftermath
Given the conditions I had told Derek he should just head straight back to the hotel and not worry about waiting for me. So I got my medal, my heat blanket, food, stopped for a few pics and then headed back myself. I am so grateful that our hotel was really close to the exit from the chute. Even so, I got so cold that I thought I might not make it (where is Prince Charming to carry me off when I need him?) When I walked into the hotel they had staff and others lined up on both sides of the entryway and they cheered for every runner who came in – that was awesome! The second I entered my hotel room I stripped off every single piece of clothing I had on – I had no idea how much water my shorts could carry – but they weren’t just wet, they were like a sponge – probably could have wrung a glass of water out of them. A hot shower, some sitting on the bed catching up on runner tracking, social media, and texts. Then off to dinner at the Chart House – it’s become our Boston marathon tradition. I feel fairly certain that I ate enough that night to last a person a week… Afterwards we waddled our way back to the hotel (thankfully it had finally stopped raining) and watched a replay of the marathon coverage to see the elite race.

If I had to race in these conditions again (please God, please don’t let me have to race in these conditions again) – I think we did most things right. I would definitely put Aquaphor on my legs where my shorts hit – as I got some pretty bad chafe marks there (didn’t notice them until the shower – ouch!)