That's it 4:18:01 my time for finishing the 2009 Boston Marathon. I did not think that a time would be important, I felt that just finishing would be the end all be all. But they keep time for a reason and that is how we are measured when we run. So that is me 4:18:01.
Now a recap of what I remember from 4 hours that seemed to take forever, but also seemed to go by in the blink of an eye.
I woke up at 5:00am after not really sleeping much. With all the nervous anticipation
I was surprised that I slept at all. I went and met
DFMC teammates,Amy
Troncoso, Maria Baker, and Nicole Parker for a ride out to
Hopkinton. This went as smooth as you could ask for and we were in
Hopkinton by 6:45am. We were dropped off right at Church St. and had less than 200yd walk to the
DFMC refuge. We got into the parish center right at 7:00am and set up shop. Even though we had 3.5 hours to start it was nice to have the time to sit and relax with the
DFMC team, the people that were about to make the same journey that I was. My cousin John Hunt another
DFMC teammate showed up about 8:15 and had a good story about the bus ride from Boston. 9:10 we had the team photo in front of the church. One last check to make sure I had on the right gear and I finally packed my bag and placed it in the bus.
Started stretching and after 2
porta potty stops it was 10:15 and we started to walk down to the corrals. We got into the
coral around 10:25 and at 10:30 we started to walk to the starting line. As I walked toward the starting line I just took a deep breath and I felt as long as I took it slow to start then I would be
all right. As I crossed the starting line the
DFMC trainer Jack
Fultz got me off on the right foot with a shout out from the starters podium, and we were off. Down a small hill and onto the marathon course. I tried to keep my mind off of the fact that there were 26 miles to go. I was going to take the run as 26 one mile runs.
The first sight that I saw was a bar on the right side of the road just as we entered
Ashland, the music was loud, the beer was already flowing and the crowd was cheering everyone on. That was theme all along the route. I felt good and was keeping a good pace as we started to put the miles behind us. The next sight was the Weavers (the founders of the Claudia Adams Barr Foundation) they were at the train station in
Framingham. I went over and gave them a hug and a handshake as I went along my way. Then I came along quite a sight, 2 men dressed as cheerleaders cheering all the runners along. Again the beers were flowing early
Monday morning.
Next at mile 12 came along the wall of scream, the
Wellesley College girls. It was deafening and all the kiss me I'm a senior, and Hug me I'm a first year signs were too tempting to pass up so I had to stop and get a few pecks on the cheek and give a few also (Jack said we should experience everything we could). the cheering is a huge pick me up as you are running along and the crowds were just great. I came upon
DFMC teammate Maria Baker and ran the next few miles with her
which was great as I had someone to talk with as we were coming upon the Newton hills. As we came to the first hill, the incline that takes you over Rt. 128 I knew that the
DFMC cheering section was coming up and I could not wait to get there and see my family. As I approached mile 17 I heard the calls of my family and I pulled over so I could get a hug and a kiss from my boys Hunter and Colin and my wife Karen. That was just what I needed as I took off for the hills on Commonwealth Ave.
I took the turn at the Newton fire station and started the grueling climb up the 2
nd of the 4 hills. I put my head down and did not look up and before I knew it I was up and over the hill. Now it was on to Newton Town Hall and the next hill. I had run this part of the course many times and felt that if there was going to be a place to walk on the course this is where I would have to walk. But as I was running the thought of what my beautiful wife had gone through just a year ago, the diagnosis of breast cancer, the surgery, the chemo, and pain she had to go through just made me feel that there was no way that I could walk. She was my inspiration to just keep on going. So onward up the next hill after the Johnny Kelley statue I went. The crowd cheering and the thought of my wife carrying me forward. Now here is where I guess maybe I hit the the wall that is so talked about because I remember losing count of the hills and thought I had already run up Heartbreak hill. Until I saw the block of stores that leads up to the bottom of the hill, so once I had my wits back I realized there was no way that I wasn't running up that hill. So once again I put my head down and without looking up I chugged up that infamous hill and once again before I knew it I was up and over the hill and looking at 5.2 miles left.
Down
through Cleveland Circle and Coolidge Corner I ran with my quads and hamstrings starting to tighten up. A woman to my left had both her legs lock up on her and she fell to the pavement. Myself and another runner stopped to offer assistance but she just wanted to get up and try to finish, I don't know if she did as a police officer on the scene was getting her help. So along I went my hamstrings grabbing every few strides. I stopped and stretched out my hamstrings, and then picked right back up. As I came over the bridge into Kenmore square there was the 2
nd DFMC cheering section and Jack and Jan and all the others were cheering the runners on. After passing the
DFMC section I came upon another cheering section of mine. About 15
Medford Firefighters were on the side and as I went over to acknowledge them they almost pulled me into the crowd(again beers flowing early). But they got me moving for the longest mile of my life. I got through Kenmore square and under the Mass. Ave bridge, a right onto Hereford St. and up to
Boylston St. where again my family met me. After a hug and a kiss from my wife my 2 boys
lept over the barrier and ran the last few hundred yards over the finish line with me. The running was over and I had finished 4:18:01.
The number 04:18:01 is respectable but it is not the number that is important to me, it is not the reason that I ran 26.2 miles. The number that I trained 6 months and ran 26.2 miles for is $4,500,000.00. That is the number that we as a team are hoping to raise. So that hopefully
no one else will have to train 6 months and run 26.2 miles to eliminate cancer. My hope is that will be accomplished sooner rather than later.
I want to thank everyone associated with the DFMC team for a great experience.
Fundraising is still going on and I would like to thank, Peter Bove, Billerica Popwarner Football, Joe Riley, The Iovanna Family and Sandra and Tom Gracia for their donations. as it stands right now my team has raised $25,375.00. Thank You All.