So it's the first day of 2010 and more importantly it's the first day in my attempt to get in shape enough to run the 2011 Boston Marathon. I have 16 months to do it. Please keep in mind I have never ran a race, and have ran on the road less then six times life time. So why now? Well I want to dedicate this marathon (my first) to my mother. A women who gave me so much love and attention my entire childhood. I think for the first 12 years of my life my mom was surgically attached to me. I would wake up to my mom yelling for me to get up. She would drive to the bus stop and wait with me, and yup be there to pick me up when I got off the bus. Over protective you ask? well I couldn't ride my bike in the road until I was 23, but we won't get into that :). I love my mom who as of late is not healthy, so I don't know who much time we have left together. I want to do this for her..and yes me too.
Ok so race day, 168 people at the starting line, I'm near the back taking it all in. The whistle goes off and I'm off. The first mile and a half is completely uphill. Let me say that again, completely uphill. I feel good with my pace for about a mile, then it hits me, "hey doopy, you're not a runner, you're going to hurt somebody" I push through to the 1.5 point. This is where I slow my pace down and oh looky, I just got passed by 3 house moms power walking....and what's this passing me? A man with a gut bigger that a pregnant women carrying twins. Ok, time to pick the pace up. I run/walk to the 2 mile marker and now I am starting to get my 2nd (5th?) wind. I push on, but I am getting passed a lot. I think one lady talked trashed to me as she passed me, but jokes on her, she had a nice bum and it helped me run for the next quarter mile until I tired again. The last part of the race (1/4 MILE) is again uphill. I almost died when I saw it. I finally got up the thing and crossed the finsih line in 35 minutes even. Good news was I finshed right behind a guy wearing a jacket that said 2009 Boston marathon runner. Bad news was he was 78. I wish I was joking. I really enjoyed this race. People say it was a tough one and to be proud of that time seeing how it's a tough course and I've never ran before. So I will.
After the race I hugged Teresa and Niome and I felt very happy to have them there for me. I hope they continue to come and support me. I drove home while Teresa ate 2 bowls of free soup. I do all the running and she gets all the free food. Oh well, I need to shed a few pounds!
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