It is one tough run! I took 6 Ibuprophins at the start (and 4 more after 3 1/2 hours), concerned about the pain of my knee. A friend, Jim, said he would join me at the halfway point, and he jumped in right on schedule. Up till that point I was doing well, but a little slower than I had expected. Two miles after he joined me, I was already as far as I had ever run - 15 miles. By the time I hit Heartbreak Hill, I had to walk every once in a while. There simply was no option. At first walking was hard on me emotionally - particularly since I was running with fresh Jim; but after a bit, I got used to interspersing some walking - and Jim was a great partner.
(These two pictures are from the beginning of the Heartbreak Hill series of hills.)
They say that the real halfway mark is not at mile 13, but rather not untill you are done with Heartbreak Hill. It sounds crazy, but I can say
it's true. The last 6 miles of the race feel eternally long. The last 3 miles feel like 10 miles, and the last few hundres yards seemed like running the wrong way on one of those moving airport sidewalks. Every time I looked up the finish line looked the exact same distance away.
I am so thankful - and honestly surprised - that God afforded me the opportunity to run. It seemed so clear that my body was too injured during my preparations. The weather cooperated wonderfully; it began to rain a few hours later, and poured cold rain all evening - wow, that would have been impossible - 30 mile winds and pouring rain.
After the "race" I hobbled with my wife and youngest son to the Orange Line "T" and headed home. I am more sore "the morning after" than I've ever been, yet I have accomplished one of my most difficult goals. I raised over $3,000 for the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, and I completed the Boston Marathon (29 years after my last - 3 mile race) at 50 years old!
I am very thankful to many people who supported MSPCC and encouraged and prayed for me. THANK YOU!
Tommy G

