I think I might have had a 3:25 in me today, but surely not the 3:17 I was going for. The first 19 were fun and right on plan, but my quads got a bit sore around mile 13 — way too early for a great day. The last two Newton hills did a number on my overall energy levels, then the subsequent downhill issued the death warrant on my thighs. I lost 10 minutes in my walk/jog deathmarch over the last three excruciating miles.
Time: 3:27:45.
3.27! thats awesome!
cheers
3:27 is awesome. Boston just chews ya up but it’s the greatest race ever
Be assured, you weren’t death marching alone.
I took a look at your blog. Ouch. I feel like a big whiner for complaining about my day at all now. Of course, I *am* a big whiner at heart, so nothing unusual there. Please accept whatever get-back-on-that-horse tomorrow-is-another-day cliche you prefer from me.
My misery likes your company. Reassuring to know that (a) I wasn’t the only one who didn’t run a PB and (b) I’m not the only one whining about it ;).