Okay folks, sorry that this post Boston post has taken so long to come out. It was a crazy day and it has taken me a while to wrap my head around everything that happened and how to approach writing about it. On one hand I had the most fun race of my life, and then there was the bombing events which really made the race seem insignificant.
I lack the writing skills and vocabulary to accurately express my thoughts and feelings on these events. My thoughts and love go out to all those whom were hurt in these attacks. Such horrible senseless actions.
The bombing attacks on Boston were horrifying. It is heartbreaking whenever there is a senseless attack on the innocent public, and this particular event hit especially close to home. I am saddened, and to be honest, kinda rocked by what happened. You never even consider something like this would happen. The marathon is a celebration, it’s an event when people from all over the world come together as one. The marathon gives no heed to sex, colour or creed, we are all just runners trying to conquer that damn 42.2km grind. I have stated many times before that the reason I love this sport is because there is such a positive vibe in the air at these events, an overwhelming sense of joy and love, it’s awesome.
I hate that this happened, I am an optimist through and through. I will always see the bright side. Shit like this can happen and it can rock you to your very core. You feel helpless, you do not know how to process the emotions. Sadness, frustration and anger. How can humanity stoop so low? How can someone target children and families? How can this happen? With the lowest of the low though you can also see the power of good, and the resiliency of the human spirit.
Those bombs went off and for a brief moment all of those positive feelings were gone, replaced by fear and uncertainty. Those feelings lasted for only a brief instance though, and over the course of this past week the running community has come back and responded in the only way it knows how. We came together, we helped each other and we pushed on. I love being a runner and I love this community and we will only become closer and stronger.
I also have such a huge amount of love and respect for the city of Boston. I was there for a few days before the race and I fell in love with the place. Not only is that city beautiful physically, the people there are amazing as well. They were so accommodating and open to all of us whom came in for the race. Boston loves their marathon. It is a proud city, and clearly one that you do not want to mess with! That shit went down and they immediately stepped up in every way possible. They took care of their wounded and then did some serious Jack Bauer type stuff to apprehend those responsible.
I’ll briefly touch on my personal experience with the events;
When it happened I was in the Hotel eating lunch with Pete and Kristin, our hotel was right near the finish, we heard the explosions. There was a lot of confusion and uncertainly when it first happened. The elite committee did an excellent job in handling the situation. They made sure we were all safe, they tried their best to keep us up to date and informed and they remained calm and collected the whole time. This was a bunch of Boston locals whom must had been going through inner turmoil of their own. They put on a brave face and they took care of their guests. So much respect to the John Hancock team, what an amazing group.
My first thoughts while all this was going on were of my family and loved ones. Pretty much everyone just wanted to make sure their loved ones were okay, they wanted to make sure their families knew they were alright, it was upsetting. Really puts things in perspective though, shit can go down in a hurry folks. Make sure you have your priorities sorted. There is nothing more important in this world than those you love.
Sorry, I’m kinda gushing and babbling on here, it was an emotional week man.
Wanna hear a bit about the actual race? Well I’m gonna cop out here. for my pre-race thoughts check this out:
Okay, and then this is how the race went;
For post race thoughts check these out;
Yeah, huge cop out on my behalf. If you don’t wanna watch those videos here’s a brief synopsis. Started out and just got in a rhythm. Wanted to be smooth and controlled, and I was, just happened that smooth and controlled put me in the lead! Africans roll by…hard! Then they slow down…a lot! Back in the lead! Leading the Boston Marathon past Wellesley College; Highlight of my running career, unbelievable! Hit the newton hills, feeling those down hills! Crest heartbreak hill…Calfs going…going…gone! Quads go next…hobble home last few miles. Legs have never been this beat up! Different kind of feeling than previous marathons. Energy levels and fueling was great, just no legs left. 2:15, 11th place. Finish, fall over, moan and groan, recover…all in a days work. Most fun and exhilarating race of my career. Round 2 next year Boston!
Okay, well this blog was weird. Sorry about that.
I also wanna say thanks so much to all of you whom have continued to support me. I received so many messages of love and support from so many people after this race, it was very humbling and heart warming. Sorry if I could not respond to everyone, but I want you to know that it means a lot. Thanks so much guys.
Huge thanks to everyone involved with putting on the event, it takes an army to put on an event of such magnitude. And never have I seen it pulled off so efficiently and with such professionalism. Special shout out to the John Hancock elite squad, Mary Kate, Patrick and the whole crew were unbelievable hosts.
Love my Coach Pete and Sister Kristin, they put up with my shit for 2months and never stopped supporting and believing in me. No words to describe how much these two mean to me.
Okay, this was a sappy ass blog. I’m gonna go drink some beer and get in trouble. Hopefully next post I will have a funny story involving hobos and firecrackers.
Peace out kids!