
THOSE NEWTON HILLS.........SIGH SIGH SIGH. AHHHHHHHH. THOSE DAMN NEWTON HILLS.
Distance: 19.96 miles
Time: 3:03:09
Pace: 9:10...soooo speeedy!
This morning we had our fourth and final Tufts President's Marathon Challenge Team Run on the Boston Marathon course. In true New England fashion, a week of 50 degrees and sunshine turned into low 40s and rain on the day I had/got to run 20 miles on the Marathon course.
Jen and I got to Boston College at around 8:20, and began stretching, using the bathroom, debating what to wear. At 9:05, the 2 of us were leading the 9:00-10:00 minute pace group although we weren't exactly sure where we were going. I knew that we were running 10 miles to the far end of Wellesley, and then running back. What's good about that is that we were running the right way on the course at the actual miles we will run them on race day. The course started with a big uphill, and then a series of rolling ups and downs. We were running pretty fast/FLYING, discussed how fast we were running, and kept it up.
I started thinking about this bar that I used to go to in Santiago, Chile called "HBH" and how I thought it was a name ripped off from Hofbrau Haus in Munich, Germany, where Jen and I traveled to together. Then I realized that HBH is also an acronym for HeartBreak Hill! So Jen and I decided to start referring to it as HBH (but pronounced in Spanish.) We thought we were going to be running it that day, but were unsure.
We cruised to the first water station at 4.5 miles in 37:50 (8:24 pace!). Around here our friend Casey teamed up with us, and the three of us kept on trucking. I felt incredible during the first 10 miles. We were CRUISING. There were tons of people out on the course today both running and providing aid. I was astonished that there were people completely unaffiliated with running groups just handing out water and snacks to runners...so sweet. Also one of the big running stores here in Boston, Marathon Sports, had a tent set up at 4.5 (which is 15.5 on the way back), providing aid to runners. So amazing.
It was raining pretty hard, and so so so cold. I lost complete feeling in my hands and arms, so badly that at one point I couldn't even fix my running tights. Although it was annoying at the time, it just lends to the badass-ness of the run!
We hit the 10 mile turnaround at 1:29 (8:55 pace!). I did not take energy gel because it made me really sick last long run. Instead I munched on some sharkies and endurance beans. They stuck to my teeth, but they were tasty. On the way back I kept thinking that we should slow down, but never vocalized it or took remedial action. Instead, we flew up and down the first two Newton Hills and everything in between.
Around mile 15.5, an all too familiar pain in my left IT band took me by surprise. I have been relatively pain free throughout this whole training process, and it was very frustrating and painful for me to continue running. I stopped to stretch at the water station at the 15.5 mile mark, but ended up losing Jen and Casey when I had to keep on stopping to stretch it out. It was excruciating. When my IT band starts hurting it makes my entire left leg go numb, and I feel like I am dragging that leg, and doing all the effort with my right leg. It was frustrating because I had been feeling incredible and running so well, and now I was running slowly, in pain, and by myself.
And then I hit it. Heartbreak Hill. The one. The only. You heartbreaker, you. Going into the run I didn't know where it was, but as soon as I started the ascent, I knew I was on it. And if this wasn't it, I was probably going to cry, because HBH (pronounced in Spanish), as Jen and I had nicknamed it SUCKED... (great use of my extensive vocabulary.)
The rest was a relative cake walk. And by that I mean I kind of felt like I wanted to cry. I have never exerted myself physically to this extent. It was cold, my leg hurt so badly it was numb, I was running by myself, and for some reason I was getting emotional? I can't really explain that. (After the run I kept feeling like I was going to burst into tears, but I wasn't sad or in that much pain. Inexplicably weird.) Okay, but seriously, given that, the rest wasn't bad, and I finished in record time.
It still hasn't sunk in that I ran 20 miles today. I might not believe it if my body wasn't in the excruciating pain it is in now...