I’m a little delayed on posting this because how do you recap a race that caused you a week of fear and worry and many things worse for so many others? I walked by Boylston yesterday during lunch and still trembled while almost on the verge of tears (I was alone). Its hard not feeling an incredible weight of doom when I walk through Back Bay but at the same time feel an incredible amount of pride for humanity at each race or run I’ve done since. I’m not over what happened but I’m incredibly lucky and I’m moving forward (because I was lucky enough that I can). As terrible as things got, there were 27,000 runners who had some major accomplishments whether they finished or not. I’ll be running in 2014 because I think it’s important to not let anyone change the lifestyle you believe in. We own the streets. We are Boston Strong, We will run.
This will be a race report on the race and not what happened afterwards. If you want to help with a donation, I still believe the official Boston One Fund is the best and honest way (because I really don’t trust all these t-shirt selling/landfillers etc set ups). If you feel my race report is wrong, I’m sorry, I have plenty of other posts you can read instead.
2013 Boston Marathon Race Report
The morning started relatively routine. I got up as last-minute as I could. Around 6:45 and was trying to be in Boston by 7:30 for the shuttle to Hopkinton. I planned on making coffee but in typical fashion I ran out of time.
I did find time to hug Jack for good luck!
Tony made me two peanut butter sandwiches to eat on the bus ride over. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake of not bringing my own fuel for the second year. I stand on my view that powerbars are one of the most disgusting things you can eat before a race, esp those weird ones at the village. And one of the worst memories from 2012 was me starving so badly that I called Tony last year to bring me food mid marathon on his scooter!
I got to the athlete’s village around 8:30/9 and met up with Colleen, whose crazy butt ran a 50K on a crazy trail at Blue Hills less than 24 hours before. The village was a buzzing of excitement, and anticipation! The porta potty lines were crazy long and I think the reason you have to get to the Athlete Village early is so you can wait on a 2 hour bathroom line. I contemplated peeing in a corner of a field instead but luckily Colleen’s running club had a bus with a bathroom and I spared a small population a disturbing sight.
At the starting line I also bumped into Robin who was in my corral. We started together and I was going to try to keep up with her and a 7:30 pace. However, it felt so good to be running faster and the downhill made it easy and all the fast runners made me feel like I should be running faster, that I completely went out of pace and ran too fast. I don’t regret it, it felt great to be running at 7:10 pace on the downhills and I still don’t know if I believe going slower would have made me finish faster.
Around mile 12 I saw Katharina, her daughters and awesome sign! Team DailyMile FTW!
She got this awesome photo of me where I think my brain was kinda like “I think I can, I think I can, choo choo!” It’s funny how when you run downhill for several miles even the flat path feels like a wall. Luckily around mile 15 there were a nice steep downhill right before the heart attack hills started aka Newton Hills to bring your confidence up just before punching you in the gut. Last time I met these hills was a year ago. Funny how, I forgot how painful they could be. Heartbreak hill didn’t break me, that was all the way at mile 20, it was the first two bumps that did the job way before that instead. By mile 18 I couldn’t lift my legs. They felt like lead. I was munching on Chomp gummies hoping the sugar will help but hunger and eating was the last thing I wanted.
At mile 20 my friend Dan was going to meet me. My phone by mile 18 was dead and I started worrying that I won’t find him but luckily I did. The plan was that he was going to pace me for the last 6 miles at a 7:30 pace. HA!! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable place since the last 6 miles are mostly downhill. HA!
Luckily around mile 21 I saw Ana & Melinda to cheer us on. That got me moving for a little bit. I regretful didn’t take a photo with them this year =(
Tony got this awesome photo of Dan telling everyone to cheer on! Look at the excitement!
Tony, my roommate and a few of our other friends were holding these signs, Jack stayed up all night working on. JK Adrienne is the talent in the house.
If you’re wondering what’s happening here? It me hoping that Dan will forget about me, keeping running and I can just roll over to the side and take a nap. The girl on her phone won’t even notice I’m there! I don’t remember marathons being so painful but I could barely respond in one word answers. And I think my pace was probably more at 8:30 than the 7:30s I dreamed of.
Another sign I ran by around mile 23 from more friends! ❤ Tony’s parents also saw me on the course too and I’m sad I missed them.
Dan giving me the stink eye as I try to justify walking. I think the conversation went like this. Dan – Okay next stop light, no more walking, we’re gonna run. Liana – No response and starts walking slower to avoid getting to the next stop light.
Dan, not gonna lie, I thought about tripping you. I had no energy to use words, but the thought was there!
At the start of Boylston, about 1/3 of a mile, Dan left me to finish the race on my own with a warning of no walking. I think I was so terrified that I sprinted ahead and plus I wanted to pass a few people after being passed by so many.
The story my Garmin tells of my ups and downs has no real logic behind the fact that I’m a wreck of a pacer.
My official results 3:26:46
Pace – 7:54
Overall Pace – 7,553
Gender Place – 1,481
Overall I feel happy, I ran a strong race and gave it my all (Dan made sure of that). Do I wish I have PRed? A little, but I’m more happy that I got to see so many familiar faces along the way. Thank you BAA and all the volunteers, thank you Tony for putting up with me, thank you friends who all came out on the course and thank you Dan for pushing my lazy self for the last 6 miles. I hope to see everyone there in 2014!