Like many others, I’ve sat down to write my race recap a couple of times over the past few days. It’s hard to write about something that forced you to feel so many conflicting emotions. I go to write one sentence and then slowly delete it, thinking “is that what I really want to say?” or “is that what I am really feeling?”. Trying to resolve the emotions between celebrating a great race and coping with what happened at 2:50 PM last Monday afternoon has been one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do.
There’s a moment that I keep replaying in my head. I’m sitting down at the restaurant on Dartmouth and Stuart. The waiter just served me my first celebratory beer. I’m happy. I look at my phone, open Twitter, and scroll through my mentions. In an instant, my feed switches from “congratulations” to “are you ok????”. My smile is gone and I don’t know what to do with myself. What once were texts and tweets congratulating me on my race quickly turned to ones of concerns and fears.
I can’t get this moment out of my mind. I was looking forward to thanking people for tracking me and letting people know that my post-marathon hobble was impressive, that the hills were no joke, that I became emotional when I saw my family cheering at Boston College. There were so many things I wanted to say to those people when I began to celebrate.
And because that moment was stolen from us, it’s been hard to get back there. In my last post, I said I likely wouldn’t write a race recap. I wrote that it seemed pointless…meaningless. Whenever I stopped to consider writing a celebratory recap, I was immediately overcome by guilt. Why should I stop to celebrate my race when people are still suffering? To be honest, I didn’t even really remember much from the race. I was too concerned about what happened afterward, that those memories just ….left. POOF!. Gone. It’s like someone just erased them from my brain. It’s a weird feeling to know that you ran 26.2 miles but you struggle to remember even one mile of it.
But I’m stealing back that moment. In the past few days, the happy moments have come back to me. I’ve read others recaps, looked back at pictures, and stepped away from the grief of last week. I’ve had flashbacks that I wished would never return. I’ve played out scenarios of what could have happened to me, my friends, or my family countless times in my head. The footage from the news was on repeat in my brain and on my TV screen for 7 days.
But then, the happy flashbacks started. I’ve had flashbacks that remind me that I was happy and there were events, people and thoughts that made me laugh during the race. I welcome these memories and I’m so happy they’ve returned. And I want to continue to remember them.
So, here are the happy moments I remember.
Chanthana, Scott, and I went for a fun shakeout run on Sunday morning. (Good thing we didn’t injure ourselves during these jumping pics!)
We had a nice meal on Sunday night and rested up for the day ahead
On Sunday night, I slept like a rock. I had slept 10 hours the night before (woot!) and would have been happy to get 5 decent hours of sleep before waking up at 4:45 AM. I slept 6 hours and felt really rested when I woke up that morning. I spent a few moments alone in the hotel lobby eating a snack and sipping on some coffee before the rest of the world woke up and before our group met to get to the shuttles in time.
I was kind of giddy but I didn’t show it. I just kept thinking, “this is the moment I’ve been waiting for”. The bus ride was very surreal. We sat on the back of the bus (like the cool kids always do). Kris and I sat together and chatted off and on about how we were feeling. We quickly realized that the back of the bus wasn’t the best place to be because we hit several big bumps and we both went flying (along with my remaining coffee). The ride to Hopkinton felt like it took hours. When we arrived, I was quiet and nervous.
And then? We waited. An old high school friend of mine, Seth, was running and we met the day before for lunch. After not seeing each other for 8 years, it was a welcome reunion. [Side note on Seth: He’s an incredible runner. He told me that his training hadn’t gone well and he was just hoping to run sub 3:00. He CRUSHED that goal with a 2:43! Just amazing].Seth called me once he arrived at the Village and we met up to wait it out. He made me laugh all morning and distracted me from thinking too much about the race. To anyone that told me to bring way more clothing than I thought I should bring to the Village….you were right! Sadly, I didn’t follow that advice and had to deal with some shivers throughout the morning. I should have brought one extra layer for my feet (my toes were cold!) and my legs. Next time around? Definitely bringing several layers and a warm blanket.
It must be some kind of law of nature that you will spend hours of your time hanging around, doing nothing and wait until the LAST possible second to get your gear ready to head to the corral. I don’t think any one of us avoided rushing at the last minute to put our bibs on, stuff our warm clothes into our gear bags, and walk to the corral. I entered the corral with 5 minutes to the start and had no idea I had cut it that close until the announcer said, “three minutes to the start of the 117th Boston Marathon!”. I took the last few sips from my water bottle, tossed it, and waited for the corrals to start moving.
Miles 1-4: 7:28, 7:16, 7:14, 7:08
Because the first 4 miles are downhill, the goal was to let the legs go a bit and try to work through the crowd as much as I could. The first mile was conservative especially because we were all still jostling and trying to get comfortable. But the next three miles felt great, knowing that I could settle down in the next section. I took my first water cup at Mile 4.
Miles 5-13: 7:22, 7:16, 7:19, 7:17, 7:17, 7:25, 7:20, 7:15, 7:27
The goal for this long section of the course was just to settle in at goal pace and see how comfortable I could make it feel. The course is rolling here so I just tried to take each little hill in stride and recover on the downhill sections. To be honest, my legs didn’t feel good in this section. They felt heavy and I had a hard time finding any kind of rhythm (internal rhythm as opposed to the time on the clock). I was a bit worried because I knew that if my legs didn’t feel good before the halfway point, I might be in big trouble at mile 16 when the hills started. I took deep breaths and tried to take in the experience. I took my first Gu at Mile 6 and my 2nd water cup at Mile 8 (consistent water stops every 4 miles and a Gu every 6 miles through the end of the race).
I knew my Dad would be cheering me on at mile 10 in Natick. It helped to have that mile marker to look forward to and it distracted me just enough to look around for him on either side of the course (we hadn’t agreed on a certain side). He apparently saw me but I wasn’t able to find him in the crowd. I was disappointed but knew that he must have seen me. The crowd through Natick was awesome. Both sides of the street were completely lined and we ran through some pretty loud cheering sections. At this point, I had been running for a 70-year old guy for about 7 miles. Guys? If I’m still running a 7:20 pace in a marathon at the age of 70, I win. That’s just amazing. Each mile I ran with him, I thought one of two things. First, he’s incredible. And second, he’s 70 and you’re 25 and you should be running faster than him, Jenny! That guy was tough.
I took my 3rd water cup and my 2nd Gu at Mile 12.
Miles 14-21: 7:18, 7:28, 7:17, 7:31, 7:35, 7:38, 7:37, 7:59
I’m not sure what happened at this point, but all of a sudden the legs started to feel really energized. Turnover was smooth and I didn’t feel like my legs were just dead weight once I reached the half marathon marker. I guess it’s a sign of a long distance runner if you don’t properly warm up until mile 13?? I remember the slight hill when you come up to Wellesley and you begin to hear the students cheering for you. The noise wasn’t nearly as loud as I imagined it but you could hear it become louder as you ran closer. The signs were really clever and the smiles were much appreciated. I didn’t stop for a kiss but maybe I should have. I stayed on the left side of the road to avoid those that were stopping for kisses (which weren’t many, actually!). I remember seeing this guy carrying a camera taking video of the girls cheering for him. He must have stopped for 4-5 kisses before he kept racing. I’d love to see that video (I’m sure he’ll cherish it forever because he seemed really excited about the fact that girls were cheering for him).
Water and Gu at Mile 16. This is when the work begins. I honestly avoided looking at my watch much between miles 16-21. I tried to take the hills at effort, give myself 1-2 minute break once I reached the top, and then get back into a rhythm near goal pace. I honestly didn’t even know which were the “big hills” because everything felt like a hill at that point (even the relatively small ones). As much as I wanted to keep my head up and enjoy the crowds through this rowdy section, I just kept my head down, listened to my music (low volume) and kept my legs moving. I knew that if I could just keep the legs moving and not look at my lap pace, I could mentally and physically get through the hills. The downhills between each of the three big hills really helped me collect myself and prepare for the next one ahead. I didn’t even know I had run up Heartbreak Hill until I reached the top and saw someone holding a sign saying “you just ran up Heartbreak Hill!”. Well thanks, stranger! This section of the race is more of a blur than any other.
Gu at 18 & Water at Mile 20.
Miles 22-Finish: 7:18, 7:32, 7:43, 7:31, 7:21 (and 6:53 pace for last 0.2)
The downhill after Heartbreak was the only time that I became emotional during the race. I was so relieved that I had made it through each of the 3 big hills. I’m not sure I’ve ever cried tears of relief before but I’m pretty sure that’s what they were. It was a mini celebration because I knew I could conquer the next 5 miles. The crowd through Boston College was SO impressive. They were definitely louder than the Wellesley crowd! I felt like I was floating down the hill. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom cheering for me near Mile 22. I had no idea if it was her but I had a feeling that it was. My entire family was waiting there for me and I managed to miss all SEVEN of them! I put my hand over my heart, tapped it a few times, and tried to show them that I saw them and appreciated their support more than I could express in words. And for whatever reason, I thought that putting my hand over my heart probably wasn’t that obvious so I quickly threw my hands up in the air, Rocky-style. For real, it was all a blur. My sister Lindsey said she’s never seem me glare like that before. I was so out of it!. I’m just proud of myself for mustering the energy to throw my hands up like I did (a difficult tasks after running 22 miles!). Mile 22 was an emotional mile. I shed a few more happy tears and regrouped.
Last water stop at Mile 23 (one mile before I planned). Those 10 seconds of walking to sip my water felt heavenly. Just a few more to go. Usually I really like to empty the tank at the end of a race. The last 6 miles is usually a progressive pace. But all I kept telling myself was just to keep my legs going. Just as I had during Miles 16-21, I avoided looking at my watch. I knew I was on pace for a 3:14 finish time but I didn’t want to get too anxious.
And just like that. The Citgo sign was ahead. And then it was behind me.
Right on Hereford.
Left on Boylston.Head up and a small smile knowing that the finish line is so close That finish line. Amazing feeling. It gives me goosebumps every time I think of it. A moment of celebration 5 minutes after finishing. One week later and I’m thankful that I’m ready to celebrate
Coach Hadley prepared me for Boston in 14 weeks. I never expected to PR by 3 minutes on such a tough course. There are lots of good things to look forward to the rest of this year!
What happened before 2:50 PM that day was a true celebration of all of our hard work. The happy moments should trump the sad and truly scary ones. We deserve to celebrate and not feel guilty for doing so. I’m really looking forward to my first post-Boston run tonight at Fleet Feet Chicago. I’ll wear my race shirt for the first time with a smile on my face as a tribute to those that were injured, killed, or affected in any way by last week’s events. The Boston Globe published an article that helped me: “Runners, the marathon does matter.”
“In the best of circumstances, running a marathon is a punishing experience. But it’s not one we normally associate with survivor guilt. Yet it’s not unimaginable that some runners might feel as if their personal path to fulfillment has been cheated. This should not be confused with selfishness. …
The lesson here is not to dismiss, even for an instant, the shared heartbreak that will forever mark our experience of this particular 2013 day. But runners need a way to honor the hours, the miles, the sweat, the discipline, the achievement of running beyond their capacity to continue.
The takeaway is to celebrate what can never be taken away.”
If we choose to remember them, these happy moments cannot be taken away.
31 thoughts on “Boston Marathon 2013: Race Recap & True Celebration”
Jenny, congrats on your PR! All of your hard work and training paid off. Reading your recap was thrilling as I had similar experiences. Who knew that the downhill after Heartbreak Hill was such an emotional stretch? It definitely was for me as well! Yes, we should remember and celebrate the happy moments of the 2013 Boston Marathon – they can’t be taken away.
Nice post. You definitely should remember all your hard work and the happy moments of your race. You did amazing!
I teared up reading about you putting your hand over your heart when you saw your family. The support from my family always makes me so emotional. Congrats on an amazing race on a tough course. I am glad you wrote a report and I am looking forward to hearing about your future race plans.
(It’s taken me a long time to come around to responding to these! Sorry!) Oh believe me, I was so emotional when I saw my family. I felt like I had to show them that I saw them! Thanks for the congrats and the kind words, Corey. I’m really looking forward to the rest of this year’s races now! 🙂
Tragedy aside – a well-deserved congratulations on a race well done. A 3-minute PR in Boston is incredible! So glad you decided to share this.
Such an emotional recap–I’m so glad you wrote it, Jenny! My favorite part was that you said “next time.” I love that you’re already thinking toward the future. Congratulations on your amazing achievement!
You’re amazing! What an incredible race report, I understand about the conflicting emotions completely. I am so excited to run with you at NuunHTC
I’m finally feeling ready to respond to comments without being too emotional (took longer than I thought). Your posts about your experiences in Boston were truly special and I know they helped me and others sort through the emotions. Really, really looking forward to the adventure with you gals in August!
Amazing race recap — I’m so glad you wrote it and are finally celebrating. You deserve every moment of happiness. Also, I’m incredibly inspired by your speed and consistency! Rock star. Can’t wait to meet you and run with you soon 🙂
This is an incredible post, Jenny! Your words really touched me, and I agree that “the happy moments should trump the sad and truly scary ones.” You DO deserve to celebrate and not feel guilty for doing so … even though that probably still feels really hard right now. Perhaps it always will. I’m running 4 miles in a local solidarity run for Boston in Atlanta tonight from our local specialty running store. And I’m running a half marathon in South Carolina this weekend. For both runs I’ll be thinking about you and Lisa and everyone else who experienced the devastating events in Boston. Congratulations on your PR! I can’t imagine running that fast for 26.2. You inspire me!
I am so sorry it took so long for me to respond to this! I think when people first started commenting, I wasn’t really ready to respond yet. Thanks so much for the support! I’m feeling really energetic and motivated to make the rest of this year really memorable and special. Especially with a NuunHTC runcation! 😀
You are smokin’ fast!! Great Re-cap!! Congrats! I’m glad you are celebrating. I hope your run went well tonight!!
I felt exactly like you did last week. I felt like writing a race recap was vain in the midst of all that happened. I’m thankful for the people who reminded me not to let our hardwork and pride be taken away. We worked SO hard for months. We deserve to enjoy our achievements.
I am so impressed with your race. Your splits are almost perfect! A 3 minute PR on that course is huge and I see nothing but big jumps for you in the future.
I’m really glad you posted this. Though I completely understand when people say they don’t want to, it feels almost like you’ve lost part of yourself if you avoid talking about the happiness that overcame you as you hammered out those impressive splits to a fast finish. Glad you found the words. Congratulations — I hope this event has emboldened you to keep running, be it faster or farther, until you too are that 70-year old just doing your thing in your twilight years.
What a great recap. It sounds like such a fun course and memorable experience. You crushed it! I know the tragedy is still fresh in your mind and that some people are still suffering but sometimes you have to celebrate and let out the joy, it is not selfish and don’t feel guilty, thanks for sharing!
I’m so glad you decided to post a race report. Congratulations on an absolutely amazing race! You definitely deserve to celebrate your achievement. I love the picture of you with the Citgo sign and both of your feet off the ground. Nicely done!
To PR on this course is awesome! I was told by many friends that it is extremely hard to PR in Boston. Huge congrats!
Huge congrats on the PR! A few friends told me that it is extremely hard to PR on this course and after experiencing, I’d have to agree with them. Enjoy the recovery!
Thanks Evan! Hope your recovery is going well! What’s next on your race calendar?
Congrats on such an amazing time!!! I can probably only run that in my dreams, so it’s inspiring to see you getting out there and doing it! In a cute outfit too.
girl you worked your tushie off all winter for that insane pr, so i’m glad you’re finding so joy in that! thinking about you, praying for your heart.
never. stop. running.
It’s so important to remember the good times! And what a good time you ran! I’m impressed with how strong you were throughout the race and how your splits were quite even in those hills!
This is a really great race report! Congrats on PRing on such a hard course! I totally remember my first Boston running up the hills and asking “is this Heartbreak?” because I had no clue until I saw the chalk drawing on the ground that someone had put there with a heart broken at the top. It’s good to know when it’s over, probably better than before you trudge up it. The events that took place later that day were so tragic. At the same time, you had such an amazing day and that should be shared and celebrated. Thank you for posting this!
Sorry it’s taken me so long to respond! Sounds like we had a similar Heartbreak experience. 🙂 And you’re right–probably better that I didn’t know which hill it was in the end. Thanks for reading!
You are a brilliant runner. Gorgeous photos too. Well, well done.