Wow, what an experience. Running the Boston Marathon was truly an urban adventure run. I met my brother, Bob, before the start at the Athlete “village.” I had arrived about 45 minutes earlier and found a nice place on the side of the high school, out of the wind, with nice warm sunshine. When Bob arrived, he joined me but as usual, was unprepared for the cold. California kid, you know. A kind guy gave him a cool full body paper suit that kept him nicely warm.
I had my Dirty Girl Gaiters on (black with skulls). Bob was the only one to comment on them. I said it was my fashion statement. Soon it was time for me to go to the start line for Wave 1. Bob was in Wave 2, a half hour later. The parade of 14,000 Wave 1 runners going up the road 0.7 mile toward the start was quite that sight to see! My wife texted me a good luck message from home. That was nice.
I only had one goal. Break my marathon Personal Reocrd (PR) of 3:24:49. Someone questioned whether that was a wise goal because Boston was quite a bit tougher than the downhill Ogden course where I had PRed. I hoped if I could keep away the cramps, that I could succeed.