Published April 28th, 2009
Since I forbade him from banditing the race, my husband decided he’d run the course early, adding on a few miles to make it a 50K. He left the B&B at 4 a.m., ran to Back Bay and caught the train to Framingham. While he turned around in Hopkinton, he decided to save the section near Athlete’s Village for when he officially runs the race. Long before I started making my way toward the corrals he was done.
Meanwhile, I got up at 4:30 to eat some instant oatmeal and down a couple of cups of coffee (the owner of the B&B not only got up early to have our coffee ready, she also had bagels, peanut butter and bananas available for us to pack). I threw my drop bag over my shoulder and we headed to the T to catch the 5:15 subway to Boylston (runners ride for free on Marathon Monday). Paula Sue’s running group took a few group photos, then we were loaded onto one of the buses to Hopkinton.
While it was somewhat clear in Boston, it got increasingly foggy as we neared Hopkinton. Although I had packed both warm and cool weather gear, I opted to be resplendent in my Maniac gear — tank, arm warmers and wind breaker, along with my Race Ready shorts. However, over that I wore an old pair of sweats, long-sleeved cotton race shirt and winter rain coat (I looked like a dork). I was told to bring something to sit on in case the ground was wet, so I found a great use for the banner we used to use for our personal chef chapter:
I tried to take in everything at the Village. Picture in front of the “It all starts here” billboard? Check. Write my name on my legs in black marker? Check. Get a shamrock temporary tattoo? Check. Score a pair of Boston running gloves? Check. I was like a kid in a candy store.
While I thought three port-o-potty visits would suffice, my bladder thought otherwise just as I was dropping off my bag. We still had several minutes before the start, but as the minutes ticked away I started getting nervous. I shed my throw-away clothes, but left on my heavy jacket until the last minute (wouldn’t you know it — I managed to hang on to the jacket I intended to donate, but lost my good one). I hadn’t realized how far it was to walk to the corrals, so I started jogging to get around the crowds. Even before I hit the #19 corral the gun had gone off, but fortunately it would take several minutes before we crossed the start line.