OK guys, so here it is… my official recap of the 115th Boston Marathon. 
I really trained hard for this. I knew it was a big commitment, but at the same time, didn’t know exactly what I was in for when I signed on to do this. Honestly, I pointed and laughed at marathoners last year. I vividly remember it, which makes the fact that I ran this hysterical.
I woke up pretty early on Marathon Monday after a shockingly good nights sleep. Fixed my usual breakfast of coffee and a Clif Bar (I ate another before I ran too), what I tend to eat before long runs. I’d been chugging water and Gatorade for at least the past week, so felt hydrated. My mom picked me up so we could avoid the bus madness in Boston Common, then headed over to the South End to pick up Jake. Off we went to Hopkinton, where we went and chilled in the Hopkinton Town Hall with the rest of the Hopkinton Running Club. It’s worth joining the running club for the very reason of being able to wait inside right by the start line rather than Athletes Village (which Jake called, “a sea of piss and plastic bottles”). I’d like to avoid that. Inside, there was food, drinks, letters to decorate our shirts, and BATHROOMS WITH NO LINES!!
By the time 10:30AM rolled around, we went outside and took our places. I skipped ahead to the 5th corral to start with Jake and Patrick, my running buddies/coworkers/friends. All diferent types of peope surrounded us… “runners”, average Joes, middle aged heavy set Korean dudes. It was pretty funny.
OK, at this point, this could get to be a SUPER long post that no one reads, so I’m going to try to narrow this down by bullet point.
- Start of the race was super crowded and I couldn’t get the warmed up as I normally do. I was about 30 seconds slower than normal for the first three/four miles, greatly due to the fact there were so many people.
- It wasn’t “hot”, but going from training in 20 degrees to 40 degrees was tough. Thank goodness I wore shorts, although because I didn’t have on compression tights per usual, my shins and legs were really aching the first five miles.
- I never was able to get in a focused zone like I like to be when I run. I was never able to zone off into my music and “get it done.” To be honest (this sounds terrible), but I found the crowd to be almost distracting. So many signs, so many unexpected cheers, things to hear, things to see. A lot of it was funny, a lot of it was great… but distracting at the same time.
- Because of the heat, I stopped WAY more than I would ever have. At least 7 times. I’d drink water and dump it on my head and back.
- The volunteer were awesome.
- The 21 miler that I did a few weeks back was MUCH easier than the first 21 miles of the actual marathon, I’m sure due to the fact that I couldn’t concentrate and I was also really fucking hot.
- There were so many times I wanted to walk, especially going up Heartbreak Hill when so many people WERE walking. I didn’t do it!
A friend of mine told me to keep note of all the funny sights and sounds on my route. Some of them:
- Tons of people wearing Staples Easy Button costumes in Framingham. I hit one. It was a joke.
- Bike bar in Ashland was awesome. At least 100 bikers hammered at 11AM singing Sweet Caroline.
- Stuff spectators were handing out that was AWESOME – ice, Freeze Pops, mini cups of water.
- The b.good burger passing me when I was running. I knew it was bad when that happened.
- Sonic the Hedgehog ran by me.
- So did Where’s Waldo
- Some shirts that read “are we having fun yet?” and “this seemed like a good idea… yesterday.”
- A legit runner with a number chugging a Naraganset with a bunch of BC kids.
- Funny signs about free beer, people being drunk, people handing out Jello shots.
- Lots of drums. Drum sets, African drums, bongo drums… drums.
- Seeing so many of my friends on the course which I totally didn’t expect! It was great!
I wouldn’t say I ever hit a serious wall like a lot of marathoners suddenly hit. Honestly, after mile 21 and ogoing into mile 22, it sucked… those last four miles were tough. But I never thought I had to stop, didn’t think I couldn’t finish, legs didn’t cramp up, I didn’t keel over, no need for any downward dogs or running/walking techniques. If I had to, I could have kept going past the finish line. I would have been slow as eff, but it would have been a run. I COULD have “run” 30 miles IF I really wanted to. Which I didn’t.
My main takaways from the marathon? I’m so happy I did it. In some ways, it was the worst day of my life (toughest physical challenge by far), in some ways, it was the best. The support I had was incredible. People I didn’t think cared about me proved they actually do. Some people I thought cared actually didn’t. Would I do it again? Not sure. I’m pissed about my time of 4:12:06… I’d like to beat it. I’m competitive. But to be honest, I didn’t get the energy from the crowds, the adrenaline rush from the cheers, the feeling of sobbing as I took a left onto Boylston Street. It was cool and all, it really was… but I don’t know if I “got it”.
From hereon out, I don’t know if Sara Runs Boston. I’m sure I’ll run again, but for now, I’m taking some time off. I can’t wait to do weights again, bike, take fun classes, and not have a running schedule control my life. It’s funny how the control I craved in the beginning with the schedule is something I am now dying to get away from. We’ll see what happens.














