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.