So it may not be until this coming weekend that I have a chance to sit down and jot down some of the many memorable experiences I had at the Boston Marathon on Monday. Tuesday plunged me into a busy work week, and there’s no time for ruminating. The short story is, I finished at 3:12:49, a few minutes slower than my ideal goal pace, but still about 30 seconds faster than my best marathon time prior. It was a Boston (re)Qualifying time for my age group. The hills were harder than I’d expected. The last miles were difficult. I loved it.
In lieu of the full race report, I did want to share this essay on why run marathons and why run Boston in particular that I wrote for The Telegraph – it appeared in the paper Monday morning, race day. The gist of it may be found in the center paragraph: “What you can’t get with most other activities by which these overt purposes might be accomplished is the 100 percent stripping away of external distractions, then finally self itself, that accompanies the total depletion of glycogen from the muscles as you burn off all the carbohydrates in your body, then begin to burn fat, and finally spirit. Not to get all Joseph Campbell on you, but it’s hard not to see the marathon as a figurative and dramatically literal journey into death and a rebirth. And most of us who aren’t soldiers, firefighters or test pilots, simply don’t encounter such tangible, easily comprehensible illustrations of our own mortality in the soup of death-by-a-thousand-cuts problems we muddle through in our daily lives.”
In any case, check it out if you get a chance.
And here’s a very funny look at the way may people were walking on Tuesday (and likely Wednesday as well). I’ve posted this before, but it’s worth the redundancy.