Boston Marathon 2013

Stayed at the Indigo Wellesley overnight and  was  picked up by the Heart Break Hill Striders from the Woodland T Station at 6.45. It was a perfect still cool. clear day.
Three other Striders joined us. They were Phil, Louise and Peter. We headed to a big house in Hopkinton which is owned by a HH strider. About 40 Striders came in and she made us very welcome. Then she left for work. How generous.
I got about half an hours sleep and then stated to get my gear organised. There was a great camaraderie between all the runners in the house. Lots of chat about tactics and PR's. At 9am we got back on the Striders bus and went to a transfer area to board a school bus for the short trip to the start line.
I soon found my Corral number 3 and after the preliminaries such as the stirring national anthem and presentations to servicemen the race started.
It begins with a steep downhill and continues downhill or level to kilometre 16. My strategy was to get to 10 k in 42 mins.. I got there in 41.16 doing my best to slow down. I felt fine. Running conditions were as good as they could be.
The next 20k went past in regulation fashion. Right on 21mins a k. After 10k the distance signs were only in miles except for every 5k.
The crowds were huge and the cheering was loud to the point of painful.
The Wellesley College girls were out in force with lots of amusing signs and cheers.
The four Newton Hills were hard but I had been fortunate enough to drive the course with Frank the day before. That really helped me in budgeting my energy here. The hills are not steep and are separated by small descents but they are continuous, one after another right after  25kms of downhill. On the descent after the four hills at 35k I knew that I was starting to struggle.One of the features of this race is that because everyone in your corral has qualified with a similar time, as soon as you fall off your qualifying pace the field starts moving past you. Thats what happened from here to the end.
Along the final 7k of flat ground to the finish I knew that I just needed to maintain 4 min 30sec pace to go under 3 hours. But I was suffering. This is the spot where I stopped dead in 2007 with cold and exhaustion. Waves of runners started going past as I slowed. It seemed like it was such a long way to go.
In the distance I could see the CITGO sign which I knew was at about 40km.
The times so far were:
30k - 2.05.47-pace  4.11
35k - 2.28.36 - pace 4.33
40k. - 2.51.46  - pace  4.38
So that left 2.2km to cover in at 3m 42s to go under 3 hours, which was not possible. I gritted my teeth.
My time would have been slower except for the extraordinary cheering of the huge crowd. I heard "Go Alan" called out by Geoffrey and Frank and someone else called "Go Strider" and "way to go Sydney".
Finally I came in at 3.02.17 which was a pace of just 4m40s over the last 2.2kms.
The suffering level was right up there and I could barely walk after finishing.
The post race organisation was superbly done. There was lots of water, Gatorade, power bars, bananas and even a lunch bag provided.
Numerous helpers placed space blankets around me and offered me wheel chairs.I managed to resist but it was tempting.
I staggered  down Boylston St towards the Union Gym. Suddenly I was overcome with emotion when Geoffrey appeared at the side barrier I gave him a big hug. I couldn't help having a sob.
We staggered on together for about a kilometre to the gym where the HH Striders provided snacks, hot showers and massages.What a great group they are.
The shower was heavenly. I emerged fully refreshed and had a good chat to the other Sydney Striders who had all finished well.
Frank had also made it through the crowds to the gym and he guided us back to South Station where we relaxed and chatted to other runners in the food court until our train arrived. Several Bostonians approached us while we were waiting to ask about my race. There is huge local support for the event in a town which may be the greatest sports fans in the world..
The goodwill and enthusiasm of the Bostonians made what happened next all the more distressing and poignant..
After boarding the train, we made the first stop at the Back Bay subway directly under the finish line. Policeman with sniffer dogs passed through the carriage, which Frank said was unusual, and then  people started streaming in to the train and talking about an incident. Frank received a call from his sister Kathleen checking if we were OK because she heard that there had been an explosion at the finish line.
Several people near us on the train had seen the blasts but no one was sure what they were.
The ghastly details emerged as the train made its way back to our stop at Mansfield.
We witnessed were moving scenes at the stations as relieved families met their loved ones getting off the trains.
Once we were home Frank, Geoffrey and I watched the news feeds together in silence. We realised that the second blast had been in the exact location that they had been cheering one hour previously.  I realised that many of the people who I had heard cheering me along the finish straight may now maimed or dead.
I don't have the eloquence to put in words my feelings that evening but  lot of tears were shed that day by me and probably all Bostonians and decent people everywhere.

Training in Boston

Arrived late Mon 8th. Tue did a 12k return to Mansfield for supplies. Thu did a stiff  10k ret to Foxboro. Fri no run. Sat an easy 14k around the F.Gilbert State Park. It was freezing. Must get gloves for marathon. Feeling well.  Ready to go.

Back in Boston

Arrived late on Monday 8th with Geoffrey. Picked up by. Frank and Susan at the airport. Staying at there beautiful house in Foxboro. The flight was a brutal 20 hours.
Lovely weather. Cool and sunny. After breakfast with Frank and some shopping, I fitted in a brisk 12k. Felt ok.

Kim Jung-Un is ruining my marathon preparation

I didn't really care about the Korean marshmallow imitating Austen Powers ever before...but when he disrupts my training then I am gonna get angry.
Suddenly at GI there is a big flap about mobilising ships right now which has meant lots of overtime and weekend work, and no spare staff to do our routine work which has fallen to me.
So today I had to miss the Lane Cove 10k and settle for a 5k sprint to the office.
Then spent the day diving off Cape Bailey where conditions were exceptional. The current was 1/2 knot behind us, vis 15m and water 23 deg. 4ea dead calm. It doesn't get better so that's some consolation.
But in the words of Kim Jong Un "we know what you are up to, you western dog, and we will stop your evil marathon plans using our very secret wobbly legs laser."

Thu 4th April Sprint to Lapa

Started work at 2am on a rainy day in Sydney. So at 7pm when I was free to run I was feeling flat. But as soon as the legs started moving I felt better. Increased speed through the run and ran all the hills well. Had one full speed sprint along Matto High. Finished off with stretches and push ups. Feel pretty good. Achilles 8/10. 12k total.

Wed 3rd April MLR

Up at 5am to run before work but a thunderstorm suddenly bucketed down, Tried again at 7pm. Ran down the road to Lapa then back to Fitzgerald and up Malabar Rd. About 15k all up at a slow pace overall. Took a couple of walk breaks when the rain stopped and had some mental and physical quiet time. Knees and achilles are feeling good.

Graveyard Run Mon 1-4-13

Cool dark morning with light rain. Spur of the moment run. Interesting twist on old favorites  Met up with Heidi and we powered around the 13k's in one hour flat. Very satisfying as its the fourth hard run in a row. I felt I was going particularly well up the hills and my rythym and breathing was very even. Encouraging.