You might not guess that I thought I would die of heat exhaustion during this race by looking at¬†my finish pic. The heat totally kicked my¬†butt during this race! I thought I was taking it fairly easy during the first several miles, yet¬†at each split I would see that I still needed to back off more. It's so¬†hard to keep the brakes on during those first few downhill miles. The heat really took it's toll on the¬†first couple inclines during miles 8 and 10. Now I was nauseous and way too hot and it wasn't long before I had to make a pop stop. At this point I knew I wasn't going to see any more 7s if I wanted to finish the race. I¬†started walking through¬†the water stops and took advantage of the shade where it was available.¬†The next bit of excitement was¬†a¬†blue¬†otterpop that went down soooo nice and then quickly¬†came back up like a scene from the exorcist, luckily not much of it came out my nose and¬†it didn't hit anybody. Note to self, never ever try anything new during a race, yeah I already knew that.¬†I finally caught up to Preston somewhere after the half and¬†felt the need¬†to turn around and pass him running backwards, not¬†because I was feeling good or anything, just because we had joked about it earlier. In hindsight I feel pretty¬†lucky that I didn't fall and hurt myself¬†as¬†I was definitely not 100% at the time :)¬†During the climb up the Newton hills Derunzo let out the loudest and most enthusiastic cheer I heard all day. That charged me up for a little while, but not long after that Dan and JG both passed¬†me like I was standing still; actually¬†I may have been.¬†I was so hot and dizzy I could barely string a few words together to say hello and wish them luck as they¬†left me behind. Part of me wanted to man-up¬†and try to turn out a decent time and the¬†other more sensible part of me wanted to finish without the need for a stretcher or an IV. I continued to run at a comfortable pace (simlar to a zombie shuffle) and went a few more miles before I got another slap on the shoulder by someone I knew from some local races at home. He said "COME ON! we're almost there", and I immediately picked up the pace to catch him¬†or I tried to anyway, because within about 3 steps my calves cramped up so bad I almost fell down. When I backed off they calmed down a little bit and I was able to continue at a very slow pace until I hit Boylston Street and tried to pull myself together for the final stretch.
Aside from a little agony on raceday¬†I had an excellent weekend with my friend Preston. Sorry I didn't meet up wth any FRBers after the race. Preston and I decided to do all the race related stuff on Monday, post race massage, open house at Fenway, and the after party at House of Blues. Then a tour of the Sam Adams brewery on Tuesday before heading to the airport. I did get to meet Jake and Andrea on the plane from Chicago. They were both very nice and it was so cool to see somebody I know kick some butt in Boston! Congrats to both of you if you're reading this :)