21 to Finish
We made it over Heartbreak Hill. We now only had 5 miles to go. We turned up Chestnut Hill Ave. and crossed over into Brookline. Our cheering section was to be at Kenmore Square, Mile 25. We knew we just had to get to them and then their energy would push us across the finish line.
Mile 22-My feet hurt.
Mile 23-My feet hurt.
We get to mile 24 and smack! Tee loses a toenail. We stopped at the Red Cross tent so they could bandage her up. What should have taken about a minute and a half took 10 minutes. They mean well, but man, did they take a long time to put on a band aid.
We managed to get going again and pull through Coolidge Corner and Saint Marys. As we crossed over the bridge into Kenmore Square, I saw my friends. Liz, Dave, Mel, Andrew, Yvonne were there with Pom Poms; shouting and cheering us on. It felt wonderful.
On the other side of Kenmore Square were my co-workers. Dan, Erica, Shkeya, Jen, Amy, Matt and Emily. How inspiring it was to see them out supporting us. This would make me get through to the finish line.
As we came up the underpass on Comm. Ave just before the turn, some drunk guy yelled at us to pick up the pace. "Move it!" He yelled. What we yelled back wasn't very nice but the bastard deserved it. As we came around the turn onto Hereford St., there was Kelly. "Run Forest! Run!" She yelled. And we did! Around the corner, onto Boylston and the home stretch. We could see the finish line in the distance.
Tee and I crossed the finish line as we had the start line; together all the way. We made a pact not to ever run another marathon and if we started feeling like we wanted to, we were to call the other person so they could talk us off the edge.
Here I am, one week later, and all I can think is, "when do I get to run the New York Marathon...?"
Mile 22-My feet hurt.
Mile 23-My feet hurt.
We get to mile 24 and smack! Tee loses a toenail. We stopped at the Red Cross tent so they could bandage her up. What should have taken about a minute and a half took 10 minutes. They mean well, but man, did they take a long time to put on a band aid.
We managed to get going again and pull through Coolidge Corner and Saint Marys. As we crossed over the bridge into Kenmore Square, I saw my friends. Liz, Dave, Mel, Andrew, Yvonne were there with Pom Poms; shouting and cheering us on. It felt wonderful.
On the other side of Kenmore Square were my co-workers. Dan, Erica, Shkeya, Jen, Amy, Matt and Emily. How inspiring it was to see them out supporting us. This would make me get through to the finish line.
As we came up the underpass on Comm. Ave just before the turn, some drunk guy yelled at us to pick up the pace. "Move it!" He yelled. What we yelled back wasn't very nice but the bastard deserved it. As we came around the turn onto Hereford St., there was Kelly. "Run Forest! Run!" She yelled. And we did! Around the corner, onto Boylston and the home stretch. We could see the finish line in the distance.
Tee and I crossed the finish line as we had the start line; together all the way. We made a pact not to ever run another marathon and if we started feeling like we wanted to, we were to call the other person so they could talk us off the edge.
Here I am, one week later, and all I can think is, "when do I get to run the New York Marathon...?"
Comments
I think you should totally do New York. We can meet you at Saks afterwards. :) --liz