Some reflections on yesterday
I’m sort of rolling out my report on Boston in pieces. That is in part because there is SO much to share, and sharing it all at once would make my followers’ eyes bleed. And I don’t want that. :) It’s also because the more technical aspects of the day, how I prepared and then performed, still need to be analyzed. I mean, I haven’t even had a chance to upload my Garmin data yet.
In any case, let me just say yesterday was one of the greatest days in my life. It was that special. Everything about it was perfect. Running a PR and breaking the 3:20 barrier (finally!!!). Feeling the energy and love of the crowds all the way. Seeing my wife for a kiss right before Heartbreak Hill. Learning of my hero Meb’s win. And knowing that 36,000 runners, a MILLION spectators, and the most professional law enforcement I have ever seen collectively saying WE WILL NOT BE STOPPED. WE ARE BOSTON STRONG. I still can hear the crowds all the way from Fenway to Boylston. They have never been this loud, this powerful.
My first reaction on crossing the line was pure exhilaration. I knew the PR was in hand before that and had even started celebrating and playing to the spectators on Hereford. But crossing the finish made it real. I wanted that PR so badly and I got it.
But not long after that the significance of the day really hit me. This was so much more than just a race. This was a victory for an entire city. Everyone involved gave their all - the athletes, the volunteers, security forces, the spectators - to make that statement and my contribution was just one tiny part of it.
These thoughts were already in my mind when a TV interviewer approached me. I agreed to talk but I have to admit I did a poor job of keeping it all together. The emotions just all came out. But I don’t regret it, not for a minute, because they were real. The tears were of the unbridled joy variety.
What a great day. I will never, ever forget it. Thank you, Boston for allowing me to be a part of it.