No one likes to write a race report about a race that didn’t go well. I questioned putting these thoughts out there, but I know that I’ll be glad I did eventually. It will be good to look back on it in the future–hopefully when a race goes “right”.
On Tuesday and Wednesday last week, I didn’t really feel like reliving each mile of 26.2. And then I thought, “well, this year should be much easier to write than last year.” (biggest understatement ever made by anyone ever.) It’s clear that this recap may be easier to write for different reasons.
Like many, I found 4.15.2014 to be an emotional day. To be honest, I didn’t even fully realize it was 4.15 until that Tuesday morning. I was so focused on being days out from reaching that start and finish line again that it hit me like a ton of bricks. I know I wasn’t alone (just like I wasn’t alone on 4.15.2013). Last year, I ran Boston in a 3+ minute PR of 3:14:37. It was a great day and then, suddenly, it was a terrible day. I surprised myself then. With practically zero hill training and a very short training cycle (just 14 weeks), I ran strong and hit almost every pace I planned in my race strategy. It was a day to remember. Yet a day I wanted to forget for so many days, weeks, months afterward.
This year, I wanted to repeat the race experience at Boston 2013 and enjoy being part of the kickass running community that clearly can’t be stopped.
I didn’t run the race I’m capable of on Monday. I ran 3:21:16, over 11 minutes off of my ‘B’ goal. I know I should be proud of this time. If you had told me 2 or 3 years ago that I would run this at Boston, I would be *over the moon*. I wouldn’t think of this as a failure or a disappointment. It’s perfectly ironic to me that my 2013 Boston experience was wonderful in terms of the race and so devastating in terms of its events — and that my 2014 Boston experience was absolutely wonderful in terms of the people I shared it with and disappointing in terms of my race.
But then, you think about last year. Facing each day was much harder the few days after last year’s Boston Marathon. I don’t want Boston 2014 to be about coming short of my goal. And I definitely don’t want to take the experience for granted. A few days ago, I gradually started to find a sense of humor about the whole experience. For example, how ridiculous is it that so many Midwestern runners (and elsewhere!) trained through one of the WORST winters in history and then ran 26.2 in 60+ degrees. (Luck of the draw with most spring marathons) Blaming the heat feels like an excuse for failing, but there were factors that I could control and others that I could not. That’s the way the marathon goes.
Even though miles 16-26.2 felt more like a slow march, I want to recap the miles of Boston 2014:
My goal was 7:10-7:15/mile or 3:08-3:10 for 26.2.
The last 8-9 weeks of my cycle went really, really well and I felt confident in this goal time. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I felt ready.
I woke up on Marathon Monday rested and calm. I slept surprisingly well and got up right away when my alarm sounded at 4:30 AM. Chanthana and I seemed to have a similar morning—we felt like we had plenty of time to get ready and we weren’t rushing around. We even had a few quiet moments to sit and have breakfast together. We left the hotel with Lauren with enough time to meet Corey and Molly near the buses at Boston Common. We all climbed on a bus together and chatted the entire ride. (I remember the bus ride being much longer last year–probably because I was super nervous then.)
Lauren, Corey, Molly, CT, and I about to check our bags and board the buses to Hopkinton
Aren’t we super attractive, ladiezzzz?!
Quick shout-out to that $5 Walgreens blanket! I didn’t realize it was a Christmas tree until I opened it up on Sunday night! Almost didn’t want to ditch it in the Village. 🙂 Also, as I was leaving the hotel on Monday morning, I showed Manny my awesome hobo outfit and he immediately said, “you’re so lucky I love you.” I mean, how could you not with that kind of outfit?!
After spending the morning in Athlete Village laying down, chatting with friends, and waiting in the bathroom line (75% of my time was spent there, I swear), I was in a bit of a rush to get to my corral. Never fails. You wait and wait and wait and then you’re suddenly in a rush to apply BodyGlide, count your Gus, double-check your watch is working, & get to corral before the start. I nervously walked up to my corral, walking a bit and jogging a bit when space allowed. By the time I got there, I had 5 minutes before the start of Wave 2. I saw Leticia and Michele (didn’t know they’d be at the start!) and told them I was nervous and a bit worried about the temp. With two minutes before the start, I heard the announcer say ‘alright runners, it’s 58 degrees right now. how about we hold it right there?’. And I thought, hell yeah man it’s already warm! I had throwaway arm-warmers on (because you come prepared for cold weather when you train in -10 to 40 degree temps!) and immediately threw them to the side. I most definitely wouldn’t need them.
My goal for these miles was just to let the downhill do the work. I wanted to stay relaxed and find a flow, without putting the ‘breaks’ on (that would just kill the quads even more). My pace for these miles should have been 6:55-7:05 per mile. I didn’t feel like I was getting caught up in the excitement of the race. I felt really smooth and focused on keeping my heart rate low.
Looking back on it, I probably could have cooled it down a tad. Running 6:50 compared to 7:05 doesn’t seem like a big difference but I know better.
The course here is gently rolling with no major hills. It’s a good time to settle into goal pace range and just focus on fueling properly. The goal here was 7:107:15, to stay consistent. Even thought there are no major hills, it’s still a challenge –something I remember being surprised by last year.
This section felt pretty good. The rolling hills felt like the hills I had trained on at Morton Arborteum. My legs had more pep on the hills this year than they did last (which, again, makes sense because I did zero hill training in 2013). Miles 6 and 7 felt just as strong as Miles 1-5. Right after the Mile 7 marker, I felt like I need to make a pit stop and got lucky when I found an empty one. False alarm (insert profanity here). TMI: I thought I needed to go #2. Didn’t happen, but I did pee. And I only managed a few drops. I knew this was bad. At this point in the race, I should be plenty hydrated. When you realize that you may be flirting with dehydration at Mile 8 of a marathon, it’s a really bad sign. I tried not to think too much about it and kept running. I took water at every other water stop in the first 13 miles. Once I reached Mile 14, I knew I need to be taking in much more than that. I also started to pour water over my head and my back by mile 8. (And another bad sign– it felt so cold on my skin that it took my breath away for a second). I took a Gu about every 5 miles and washed it down with water.
Right after Mile 14, Jess and I exchanged a few words. She looked so strong and I have to say, I was 177% jealous of the water bottle she chose to carry during the race. She asked me how I felt and I said “I’m hot.” It was nice to see a familiar face when it all started to go downhill (errrr…uphill) (and she most definitely had some words of wisdom to share with me at gear check after the race). Thanks Jess!
My face says it all: “Damn, it’s getting hot.”
The first time I looked at my splits after I finished (this wasn’t until Tuesday afternoon–didn’t have the nerve yet), I was actually shocked to look at these miles–the splits weren’t as bad as they were in my head! Miles 13-14 felt pretty tough, miles 8 and 11 were slow due to bathroom/water stops, but the remaining miles were pretty much in goal range. Still, the fact that they’re a bit erratic (even with the rolling course) isn’t a good sign.
The hills. Yeah, this is where it gets real.
Mile 15 not good.
Mile 16 “Mayyyyyyybe I can get back into it.”
Mile 17. Nope.
Mile 18 Yeah, this isn’t going well.
By mile 18, I was playing mental games with myself. I spent so much mental energy just calculating and recalculating my projected finishing time. Each time I passed a mile marker, I weighed whether or not I could hold a pace closer to 7:00 and what the finish time would be. And then I gradually resigned to “ok, what if I just hold 8 min/mile? I mean, that’s 30 sec slower than your long run pace, Jenny!”. It wasn’t pretty and I stopped to walk at least 10 times. I’ve never walked in a marathon before (except to drink water or recover from choking on my water, heh…). My legs felt like lead and I was ashamed to even look ahead or to the side at the thousands of spectators lining the course. If there’s ever a time that I wished there were zero spectators at a race, it was then. [Spectators–you are amazing and in hindsight I’m happy you were there! I mean, I probably would have just sat on the curb if you hadn’t been screaming your f***ing heads off!]
Hyedi snapped this pic near Mile 19. I told her I was shocked she saw me when I wasn’t walking! Heh.
Just trying to hold it together. After the hills in previous section, my legs didn’t even want to run downhill. I wanted to love those downhills, but my legs definitely didn’t. They were boycotting and I felt like there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. I walked in this section a few more times, yelled at myself (internally) a bit (ex: “you only have 2,3,4 miles to go– do you really need a walk break?”), and generally just felt sorry for myself. The goal for this section was to just hold it together and just get back into goal pace after the hills. This clearly didn’t happen. (I remember thinking that my slowest mile of Boston 2013 was 7:59 around mile 22-23. After seeing a few 8’s on my watch, this made me disappointed.)I had a bit of a mental boost seeing the huge Chicago crew (seemingly led by Lynton) and getting a side-5 from Jeff around Mile 22. Seeing some familiar faces kind of snapped me out of my own head for a second–that was MUCH appreciated! Around Mile 25, Mary said hello as she passed and did her best to keep me going, but I just didn’t have anything left.
Making the right on Hereford and the left on Boylston was emotional. The crowds were unbelievably loud yet I felt like I couldn’t quite hear them. Manny, my mom, my sister, and some friends told me they would be cheering on Boylston (closer to Hereford than the finish). I remember looking to my left several times to try to spot them. And once I turned my attention on that beautiful finish line and put my hands over my heart, the tears started to flow.
I cried because I felt lucky to be back again after last year. I cried because I didn’t run the race I wanted to. I cried because of the crowd support (despite wishing them away when the going got tough). I cried because my legs hurt. And I cried because there’s only one place I was thinking about throughout this cycle–the Boston Marathon Finish Line. It’s so beautiful.
Not every marathon can be beautiful but that finish line surely was.
Marathon #4 was the toughest marathon I’ve ever run. It was also the most meaningful after a difficult 2013. I know that a 3:08-3:10 is in these legs of mine. It’s probably just a matter of time before that happens. And I can’t wait until it does.
My goal in the future is to never, ever, EVER run such a huge positive split in a marathon again. 🙂
Things I’ve Learned:
- Don’t be a silly goose. Readjust your expectations up until the minute the race starts according to the weather.
- Just when you think you’ve had enough water to drink, drink way more (this goes for the day of and especially the day before). I’m normally good at hydrating before a race (and maybe my body just didn’t have enough time to acclimate), but I think I should have had more water on Sunday. Rookie status.
- Just because I didn’t run the race I wanted to, does not mean that I’m not strong. (And one bad race usually means a great one is just around the corner.)
- When a race is going poorly, try to at least make the mental switch to just enjoy yourself. –> I clearly didn’t do this. It’s obviously much easier said than done, but I wish I would have just let go and had fun with the crowds.
- I had so much more fun training for this year’s Boston than I did last year’s. It’s no coincidence that it’s because I spent the majority of every Saturday with Chanthana and Corey. Those two helped me through long runs in ice, snow, and wind—and they’re both ridiculously good at brunching. (#alltheBACON!)
- Returning to Boston with *almost* the same crew as last year (we missed you so much Kris!) was very special. I recommend stalking these people: Kevin, Scott, Chanthana, Lauren (shout-out to Timayyyy! Because, duh, he’s gonna be running Boston *very very soon*).
End of one chapter and the beginning of another, am I right?
Onward and upward!
30 thoughts on “Boston Marathon 2014: Race Recap”
Don’t be bummed, there’s lots of us who would love to run the time you did! Way to fight through it!
I’m glad you learned several important lessons – and that you documented them here so you can’t forget!
The most important one is “make the mental switch.” Don’t EVER hang your head … especially not at Boston! You go out and do the best you can on that day, dealing with the conditions, your training level, and the manifold other variables and intangibles.
I’m damn proud of you – Boston Marathoner!
Thanks DP! You’re right – it’s the race of all races and I’m so happy I was able to just be a part of it!
Really beautiful and poignant and raw, Jenny. Thanks so much for sharing and for keeping it real (I sound like a 7th grader…). Marathons are wild and unpredictable–hence the well-deserved fanfare and the horrible heartbreak when it’s just not our day–but I think as long as we can walk away from each race, each experience, each cycle, we’ll find ourselves coming back for more and will ultimately come out on top and emerge fitter, faster, stronger, and wiser than we ever thought we could be. Anyway. Tangential. Really proud of you and NO DOUBT there’s a low-3 (sub-3?!) in those stalks. Just gotta find the right forest….or something. 🙂 xo from CA!
🙂 Thanks Erin. Boston 2014 was certainly a learning experience — now I have even more motivation to get to low-3 (btw, I practically gasped when I read your sub-3 comment bahahaha).
Love the recap. Definitely blame the heat! After the longest coldest winter in awhile, none of us were ready for that! You’ll be back out there and getting that sub 3:10 in no time.
This is almost *exactly* how I felt after a very disappointing race at the Marine Corps Marathon last year. In fact, I think I had many of the same take-home messages/lessons learned that you listed! You’re totally right though — this was a big learning experience, and just because you had a tough race doesn’t mean you’re not a strong runner. Congrats on finishing marathon #4 and Boston #2!
Thanks so much Jen! Onward and upward right?
Thanks for sharing your raw feelings with us. Thanks for being real. I’m so proud of you, for a hanging tough on a day that didn’t go as you’d hoped. But I love that you keep the perspective and made this post to remember the good/bad/lessons learned. We all grow from that. I’m so proud of you and totally agree with you… your legs DEFINITELY have <3:10 in them 😉
Erin! I’m so proud of YOU! You had an amazing day and I’m so happy I was able to share some pre-Boston miles with you. I can’t wait to see what you do the rest of this year 🙂
I know you didn’t have the race you wanted but you ran an amazing time at the most amazing race in the world (my opinion 😉 ) Everyone I tracked that day fell way off pace. The feed announcers didn’t say anything but I knew it had to be hot the way all the splits were going. So proud of you and I KNOW you have a very low 3 or below in you!
It is pretty amazing, isn’t it? Can we just rewind and do it over? I’m taking a Boston hiatus for the next few years, but I’ll be back, no doubt. I thought the same thing about the heat when I watched the replay of the elite race. They kept saying “this is perfect running weather” — um, no. It wasn’t! Thanks for being so supportive, Kris. Hope to get to that low 3 soon 🙂
Love the pics. COngrats on marathon number four. You’re 3:08-10 will come soon enough. Congrats again on Boston!
Great recap. We’ve all been there: I ran the Miami Marathon one January after training through the freezing cold DC winter and bonked hard because I just wasn’t used to running in 70-degree temps. Wish I’d had the benefit of this post then — especially the great advice to make the mental switch when it’s just not your day. Way to keep perspective and draw useful lessons out of a tougher-than-hoped-for race. You’ll get your sub-3:08 in no time!
Thanks Sara! Yeah, spring races are so tough — or any race with backwards weather anyway.
Good job finishing, in spite of tough conditions…. Like you said: there will be another race where you will hit your potential… Happy running!
Great job even when things go awry! You are still an inspiration and so fast!!
Awww thanks Leslie!!!
Thanks for sharing! And congrats on you race! It was definitely special to be part of Boston 2014 – and yep, temps were warmer than what I was hoping for too;)
Thank you so much for posting this very real and very honest race recap! I to had a not so great race with a billion issues and lessons learned. I almost did want to post about it either and decided it was all part of the process. A good friend saw your post and fwd ‘d it to me. Im glad she did and Im glad I found your blog! Keep up the truly inspiring posts! xoxo
Here’s mine if you wanna watch,, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSdZp9mLNyU
I agree, Corey- it’s all about the process. Sharing the highs and lows of training and racing can be tough, but it’s been so cool to look back on my posts and think, ‘wow, I’ve come a long way’. Reality check at its best! Wishing you some great races ahead!
While it wasn’t the race you wanted you ran a solid time and most importantly got your butt back to the finish line. Races like this make you really appreciate the hard work you put in, and make you appreciate the awesome races. You are 100% right that a great one is probably right around the corner. You hung in there when it got tough, and that’s something that no time will ever take away from.
Thank you so much Laura. I can’t remember if I told you this already (via Twitter?) but I think we yo-yo’d a bit near the end of the race. I remember seeing a girl in the same Saucony singlet and thinking it was you. 🙂 I’m looking forward to some shorter distances and a kickass 26.2 in the fall. Can’t wait to hear what you’re up to!
Boston is such a tricky race! Those early downhill miles trick you into thinking that a pace faster than what you should be running feels so EASY and you go with it, then those hills later in the race get you. And then when you think “yay! I get to run dowhill!” your quads are trashed and want to do anything but.
You had an excellent training cycle, and sometimes races are just learning experiences, and learn you did! Everyone seemed to have a bit of a tough time this year (not that it makes you feel any better), but there will be another race and big things are ahead of your, for sure!
Even though most, including me, would LOVE to have your time, I know that it’s tough when things don’t go your way. Like a lot of things in life, we learn a lot through experience and it looks like you learned a lot from this race, Thank you for being so honest in your post and I look forward to following your journey.
Jenny! Late to the party but — even though this wasn’t the race you wanted, I still think you are an amazing runner! You continue to inspire me with your training and hard work. Keep at it – you are a hard worker and still have amazing things to achieve in your running career !!!!