Anytime I think of this gorgeous place, I get tears in my eyes. Words and pictures truly cannot express its majesty. It is a place of breathtaking views that one must truly appreciate and just be in its presence. (I know I’m cheesy!)
At the start of the race, the race director of Boston spoke, we had a moment of silence for the victims for that horrendous act, and sang the national anthem. I saw many runners with tears in their eyes, as this hits home for us as marathoners. Therefore, the first 5 miles of the race were solemn like a quiet summer morning, full of dew, birds singing, leaves rustling, and a coolness still hanging in the air. There was a calmness in the midst of all of the nerves and adrenaline that is the beginning of a marathon.
As we emerged from that forest we turned around and saw this:
It is no secret that I did not PR this race. In fact I was 30 minutes slower than my first marathon….but it’s all good. I enjoyed it. I took stopped and took pictures. I ate “the world’s best strawberries.” I took even pictures of fellow runners.
I met one beautiful runner who ran alongside me for the hardest miles of this run. She was with me all the way up Hurricane Point after she stopped to take a picture for me and I took one of her…
|You can’t make this stuff up.|
She blessed me with her presence, her encouragement, and her enjoyment of the course. We crossed Bixby Bridge together and took our pictures with the grand piano player. Soon after that, I felt my knee beginning to snap, crackle, and pop (or whatever it was doing). I told sweet Julie to go on. I didn’t want to hold her up in her race.
Before we began the trek up Hurricane Point we were serenaded by the Taiko drummers. I was lucid enough at that point to take a video. I wish I had taken a longer one but I was still trying to run at this point 😉
|If you look closely you can see the runners climbing that mountain.|
I kept thinking this is not what was predicted. It’s not hard enough that we are going up at a 5% grade for 2 miles but we also have strong winds to face. At times, it was hard to breathe. The air just felt thick. You can see the fog in my pictures. I think one of the greatest feelings in that race was when we topped it and runners were yelling and whooping! There was a huge sign that said “You survived Hurricane Point!” It was an amazing feeling with the wind still whipping furiously around us and volunteers handing out water and Gatorade cheering us on. Then…we got a downhill! Woohoo! Well deserved but just as hard on the legs. As we were racing downhill we could just hear the song of the grand piano. It was beautiful. As we rounded a corner and saw the bridge I was so happy.
|View from the bridge|
|Looking back at where we had just ran.
|My sweet friends and I after we got our race medals 🙂|