The Boston Marathon is quite an experience, and this week I’ve read quite a few reports that capture what it feels like to be part of it. I’ll be reprinting a few of them here, starting with Candice Chappell’s report of her first time running Boston. I met Candice through the Running Ahead forums, where she is a frequent commenter.
The day didn’t start out quite how I had pictured it. Deanna, Ben, Tony & I headed down to the shuttle from our hotel at 6:30 am. I couldn’t decide if I was happy to be up and moving around 4 hours before the race or not. I went with happy though… there was the usual pre-marathon tweakishness in the air, but somehow there was also an overpowering feeling of calm.
I was ready for this and I knew it. I believed in my training, and in how far I had come… there was no way I could wait any longer. This was the day I had to put it all out there. It was time to shine.
The shuttle took us from our hotel to the school buses that would take us to Athletes Village. This is when things started to fall into becoming exactly how I had pictured them… a bunch of runners, riding on a bus for 45 minutes so that they could turn around and run back the 26.2 miles they had just traversed. Seemed kinda silly.
When we arrived at Athletes Village we had roughly two hours to spare (correct me if I’m wrong) we spent the first half of this- it seemed- in line for the porta jon. Somehow we had gotten into the line with apparently the most non competitive runners in Athletes Village. (read: slowest moving line)
A porta jon would become available and they would just stand around with circus music playing in their head, apparently. Ben, Deanna and I did what we could to motivate them… telling them they could do it, that they were looking strong, as well as clapped when they finally decided to make their move toward a vacant one.
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