I came. I saw. I didn’t puke.
Oh, so you apparently wanted my thoughts on the Boston death march? Fine.
1. I don’t know why I bothered to show up. Once the forecast models locked in on a day that would be hot as balls, I seriously considered bagging the whole thing. I didn’t want to run and there is nothing to gain from running a slow ass marathon in miserable heat. But I showed up. Unfortunately, I still can’t tell you why.
2. People are whiny, entitled cunts. As soon as the BAA made it clear they’d allow deferrals…people started whining. As the warnings became more serious…people started whining more. And for the love of Vodka it was fucking obnoxious. And just flat out alarmist. At one point I looked at my twitter feed and saw people throwing around numbers like “WTF BAA 7000 PEOPLE DEFERRING THAT MEANS YOU WILL ONLY HAVE 7000 SLOTS BECAUSE YOU HAVE CHARITY RUNNERS, U R A JOKE LOL OMG WTF BBQ.” (Mostly from people NOT racing…which I find…interesting.)
Fucking really? For one, when you have a race that starts late in the day…your concerns re: heat stroke grow. You can call people wimpy for caring. You can criticize an organization for taking “too many” precautions (U GUYS NOBODY DIED IN THE HOT MARATHON I RAN IN —– GET A LIFE), but you can’t simply ignore the fact that a volunteer medical staff only has so many resources to go around AND that local hospitals only have so much space to deal with people.
For another, I find it interesting that people feel the need to speak to this shit with no understanding of how the process works. If you’ve paid attention to registration the past 5 years you’d KNOW there are 20,000 slots plus 7000 for Charity. These exist largely because the race wouldn’t exist without them. These organizations are partners, and the towns that shut down their roads, etc get slots as a result of their cooperation. It’s just how the race works. Deal with it. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to run it and incessant whining about the issue does no good. There are plenty of other races to run.
And in the end, maybe 500 people deferred…a whole lot of whining over NOTHING. I may be a miserable bitch but man, you people are poor sports.
3. Yes, it was fucking miserable. It felt like running on a cookie sheet. In an oven. With no shade and relentless sun, any water you dumped on your head was gone pretty quickly. I had luck with ice in my sports bra taking awhile to melt but it also clicked. Like, a lot. Just think about this and you’ll get a pretty good idea.
4. Yes, it was kind of embarrassing… I was 17+ minutes off my best time, 13 minutes off my slowest time at Boston (nothing more depressing than seeing a time 2 minutes slower than your worst time on the course AT 40 FUCKING K), and a PW by 4 minutes. Swell.
5. …but frankly I’m in shitty shape. You know what? I didn’t feel like running a marathon. I didn’t have a great time in me. I shouldn’t have bothered to run. So at least the weather presented an excuse to high five lots of people (including pretty much everyone in the scream tunnel) and have random conversations with people. Like the guy who asked me if what happened in Wellesley stayed in Wellesley and disappeared after that.
6. Its easier to overhydrate than you think, even in these conditions. I ended up feeling pretty sick after the race…and you know why? I drank WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH. I had a lot of Gatorade early and my stomach was rebelling a bit by mile 10. I kept it to sips after that but still downed quite a bit of water. While it didn’t seem like overkill I should have kept in mind the fact that I wasn’t going very fast (I didn’t even bother to use gel) and just didn’t need that much fluid. I didn’t feel dehydrated at the finish (AND YOU SHOULD FEEL AT LEAST A LITTLE DEHYDRATED!)…just nauseated. And I was nauseated enough to dry heave a bit which almost landed me in the med tent…but I rallied. My experience as a drunk helps.
7. I have nothing else to add. Yeah. It was depressing. I hope I can manage to not humiliate myself in Hamilton in the fall. I’ve done very little since Boston, partially because of work drama…but mostly? I can’t make myself care after this. It was a depressing waste of effort…though I’m not sure that I quite regret it. I keep running Boston largely because it is a fun course that suits my personality and I can stay with people for free. It might not have been fun this year, but a streak is a streak and at least I’m not injured this year even if I am fatter than ever…right?