|Me after Yelling.|
|At my Phone, Not the Runners.|
|And then again....before she disappears!|
|I catch Cheryl as she lines up.|
I had about 3 hours to find the finish line and park the car. Several wrong turns, a google maps that had a mind of its own, and key exits closed forced me to waste most of that precious time. And most of that time was spent screaming at an inanimate object. Good thing no one was there to witness it. Except that poor kid looking out his mom's back window. (He must have been terrified!)
|Lots of Runners!|
|Wave Three Begins! at 10:50 AM in the Hot Sun!|
|Where is |
Add in the heat! Which I think was the biggest contributor for today's results, and you have a recipe for disaster. Well, almost disaster.
She was feeling bad at mile 6. But chose to stay in it and slow down. She said she began to get disheartened when the Tutu's began passing her. And then the "Charity Runners." Every time she took a drink it got even worse. At several points she was forced to walk.
|The REAL Prize! World Marathon Majors!|
But the story does not end there. Generals sometime have to take the objective any way they can. For Cheryl, the objective was simple: Get that Finishers Medal and check the Boston box. The ultimate goal here is to tick off another World Marathon Major. And the path to that goal requires Boston to be finished.
|Nissan and I are friends now.|
So Cheryl finished! Over 4 hours, but a finish is still a finish. Like College, no one asks how well you did in English Lit. They only see that degree.... And the Boston Jacket and medal prove that she came, she saw, and she Finished.
To be fair, the weather slammed others as well. Scott Jurek and Andy Burrfoot were also in this and logging in 4+ hours ( and these are Legends in the running world!) As Cheryl was propped up against the wall, with several runners next to her puking and passing out, I noted that she at least finished on her own power and was able to keep things together.
|Cheryl at the Finish!|
So Hurray for Boston! No lobster bake, but that is ok. I'm happy to be done with this one. I'm not sure when we will be able to tackle something this huge again. She even noted that it was possible that all the hype of this race did not meet her expectations. It was huge, well organized and tough! But lacked the "fun" of Chicago and Grandma's marathon.
|She does not look too happy.|
|Can Marathons Produce "Shell Shock?"|
|Um, Could you guys move?|
|Cheryl the Survivor!|
Being the ever diplomat, I "translated" her wishes and we were able to switch rooms without incident or physical confrontations. They even threw in a free breakfast.... which we are never going to be able to take them up on. But I recognize the gesture.
So that is it! Cheryl ran Boston. Been there! Done that! Now let's move along. When the going got rough, neither of us ever quit... because we are both winners! Even if the victory was marginal. A Win is still a WIN! And that is why I married her.
And I like the way she looks when she is cleaned up.