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Training Log Archive: PG

In the 1 days ending Apr 20, 2015:

activity # timemileskm+ft
  road running2 7:07:16 46.35(9:13) 74.6(5:44) 535
  Total2 7:07:16 46.35(9:13) 74.6(5:44) 535
  [1-5]1 4:05:30
averages - weight:135lbs

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Monday Apr 20, 2015 #

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Two things related to the fundraising effort. The first is something that I won't persue, but if you add the mile-plus from our bus to the start and the walk to bus from the finish, you end up with 28 miles for the day. But I'll leave that one alone. :-)

The other is a major new player in this junior fundraising effort, and that new player is my mom.

Not that she knows about this, though I will try to explain it to her, with no expectation that she will understand. But she has a history of supporting the National Team, as far back as when WOC was in Australia in 1985. She has been a life member of OUSA for a long time. And I'm sure she would approve.

Anyway, mom will match (dollar for dollar) all donations as long as those donations are received by the OUSA office by next Tuesday, April 28. So send in your pledges ASAP, and we can really get a good number for the juniors.

Thinking about this kept me smiling for many miles.

10 AM

road running 3:01:46 [0] 20.15 mi (9:01 / mi) +535ft 8:48 / mi

11 AM

road running 4:05:30 [3] 26.2 mi (9:22 / mi)
weight:135lbs shoes: pegasus 4

Boston. A day where you see what you're made of. A day of mixed emotions -- fear, anxiety, self-doubt, all those for sure, but also perserverance, stubbornness, resolve, all ending in this amazing exhiliration at the finish. Saying over and over to myself, I made it, I made it, I made it.

Because I was so terribly unprepared. Injury, therefore lack of training, plus old legs that are just getting worse and worse. So it is a test, to run as smart a race as possible.

And on that front I think I succeeded really well.

It may look like I went out too fast and paid the price in the last ten miles. I don't think so. The plan was to run as comfortably as possible as far as possible. The mantra was "relax,"" said over and over and over. The pace just happened. Was I going too fast? I don't think so -- never breathing hard, I doubt my heart rate was ever over 130-135.

The hills start at 16. I knew I'd be walking then, for sure. The question was how much before that the legs would give out. And amazingly, they didn't.

16-21 is the Newton hills. I knew the pace there would slow as I walked a lot, but I got through those miles at just a little over 10-minute pace, not the 11s or 12s I was expecting.

And then the last 5+ down into Boston. The legs were toast, as expected. So you just grit your teeth and run as much as you can, again trying to hang onto 10-minute pace. As the miles slowly count down. all the time hoping nothing goes wrong.

25, almost there you want to celebrate, but not yet. Finally the turn on to Boylston Street, and pass 26, and a couple more minutes and its over.

Intense satisfaction. And a race that in retrospect felt like I'd run it just as smart as I possibly could. And that is not so bad :-)

And it all goes back to the juniors A moment of inspiration led to an idea that saved my race. I could not fail to start. I Intended to do everything I could to finish, including being prepared to suffer a lot more. I really wanted to beat 4;15. And all of this because so many of you had raised your hand and said, Count me in.

It has been a remarkable and wonderful day, better than I could have possibly imagined. Thank you all for making it possible.

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