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London Virtual Marathon – 10 Life Lessons Learned Amidst a World Pandemic and the California Fires by Carmen Micsa and Bryn Mumma

Keep chasing the things in your heart, even in the midst of disappointment and uncertainty.” Sara Hall, second place finisher at London Marathon this year.

Bryn and I at the start of our London virtual marathon in Golden Gate Park.



Between the pandemic, uncertainty, and California’s devastating fires, our marathon training and the completion of London virtual marathon in San Francisco felt like an incessant fight with the same windmills that Don Quixote fought, and yet never lost hope of changing the world. We had to be creative and flexible about getting our long runs done during our training due to summer heat, but especially the fires and the bad air quality.

As we ran passed the Dutch windmill, I could not help thinking of Don Quixote, as if predicting the tough, hilly marathon ahead.

10 LIFE LESSONS LEARNED WHILE TRAINING FOR LONDON MARATHON

  1. ADAPTATION – Dr. Dennis Godby with Sacramento Naturopathic Medical Center, said about me that I am “AIR,” which stands for adaptation, inspiration, and resilience. Dr. Godby is my naturopath doctor and an amazing human being. Talking about adaptation, we all know that being adaptable is a key survival quality that not only keeps us alive and well, but it also enhances our flexibility and turns us into nimble gymnasts, so to speak, who can tackle life’s challenges with more ease and comfort. For Bryn and I, training meant weekly changes and adaptations to our running schedule, routes, and workouts. We ended up doing many of our long runs in the middle of the week because of the fires.

Tough track workout on a Wednesday that turned into a 14-long run to avoid the weekend’s bad air quality.


2. INSPIRATION can work on many levels when someone dedicates time and attention to achieving a goal. Bryn and I documented our weekly runs and journey on social media, and, according to our coach and Arete team mates, we together with other team mates training for Boston marathon and other virtual races, became inspiring to our Arete competitive running team. We also inspired our children, our families, and co-workers due to our devotion to running and exercising.

3. RESILIENCE did not only apply to practicing grit, but it mainly meant rolling out with all life’s punches that came to us on a weekly basis up to the last day before running London virtual marathon, when mother nature gave us a weekend of smoke from the fires raging through Napa Valley. That’s when Bryn had the great idea to move our marathon to San Francisco, where the air index quality was at healthy levels.

After a smooth 1.5 hour drive drive to San Francisco, we reached Golden Gate Park. We easily found parking and bathrooms. We took a quick picture with our bibs on at the start line, and then we were off. During the first mile of our marathon Bryn said: “I could see a bright spot in the sky and thought the fog might burn off quickly, but was happy to have it for as long it would last. After a summer of training in the harsh Sacramento sun with early morning runs during which we raced against the rising temperatures, being enveloped in a blanket of cool fog with steady temps was soothing.”

In the first few miles, we were reminded of the hidden treasures in Golden Gate Park – the Conservatory of Flowers, Rainbow Falls, Spreckels Lake, the Bison Paddock, and the Dutch Windmill with a lovely “HOPE” flower display. After about five miles of smooth and controlled running, we hit Ocean Beach, ran up past the Cliff House and Sutro Baths and onto the rocky cliffs of the Coastal Trail. We then dipped back onto the roads past the Legion of Honor and Sea Cliff mansions to rejoin the trail in the Presidio.


I have never seen the bison in Golden Gate Park before, but maybe because I didn’t get to that side of the park. I snapped this picture while running and was delighted.

Hope never fails, so when the running got tough, Bryn and I kept on going.




“Running in the fog felt like home.” Bryn Mumma


Bryn enveloped in fog, running across the Golden Gate Bridge.

After we ran across the Golden Gate bridge twice, we had finished the first half of our marathon, but the hills kept coming, as we hit the stairs in reverse. By now there were many people on the trails, most of them wearing masks. I had slowed down by more than a minute per mile, but I kept moving forward, while Bryn navigated the hills with agility and looked like she was ready to run an ultramarathon, not just a marathon.

Hills, stairs, and a little knee pain, but what a scenic and incredible tour of the city!


“Running on a soft trail, overlooking the bluffs, up and down the hills, with the scent of eucalyptus in the air, was heaven.” Bryn Mumma



Returning to Golden Gate Park for our final few miles, we noticed that the park had come alive with children and families. We passed playgrounds and picnickers, as well as Stow Lake and the Botanical Gardens before reaching our 26.2-mile finish.

Throughout our marathon, Bryn couldn’t help but feeling like running in the fog was like coming home, because it was where her now-husband and her got engaged and married, while they both finished their studies to become doctors. Much of time in San Francisco was spent in the Sunset, running through Golden Gate Park to Ocean Beach.

For me, the highlight of the marathon were the windmills and the Pacific Ocean that made our extremely beautiful, scenic, but hard San Francisco marathon course with 1,730 feet elevation an adventure to remember. Bryn seemed to glide on all the hills, whereas I struggled with knee and calf pain, but continued my run and finished my 11th marathon, relishing the fog, the ocean waves crashing onto the shore, the Dutch Windmill, running across Golden Gate Bridge twice, the sight of a beautiful heron at the end of the race, and the wonderful time spent with my friend Bryn, who ran this marathon with ease and indelible joy.

Bryn finished the marathon ahead of me, as I struggled with pain from all the hills and possibly my thyroid acting up, but I mixed running with walking at the end and got it done. As I finished, I thought about our celebration picture, which, of course, was with the Dutch Windmill.


Bryn knew I wanted a picture with the windmill, so we drove close to it, parked, and captured the joy of completing our first virtual marathon with no spectators or aid stations.

I fought hard and ran my slowest marathon since I became a runner, but had defeated the windmills and have learned valuable lessons about life, such as:

4. POSITIVITY – Bryn and I tried to find a positive in every negative.

5. PERSEVERANCE – We constantly found ways to push each other on the track, or during a long run, and never gave up.

6. CREATIVITY – We had to constantly find ways around the pandemic, the weather, our busy schedules, and I even composed a rap song for our marathon.

7. DEDICATION – Without dedication, we can’t achieve much in life. Every single week, Bryn and I communicated with each other. We both set time aside for our speed workouts and long runs, which we did together and thus made our marathon cycle feel easier than usual, more enjoyable, and fun.

8. MOTIVATION – Once I convinced Bryn to do the London virtual marathon with me, both our motivation has increased, as we stayed focused and kept each other accountable.

9. FLEXIBILITY – With Bryn being an emergency physician and myself the CEO of my Dynamic Real Estate company, we both had a little more flexibility in our schedules, which proved to be quintessential to our successful and fun training schedule that I created for us mixing most of the workouts that Mary, our team’s coach provided part of the Chicago marathon training, with some of my own training, including weekly rest and strength training.

10. ENTHUSIASM –Ralph Waldo Emerson said: “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm,” and Bryn and I had plenty of it. Chasing each other on the track was the highlight of our training, which made us run faster and stronger.

With races being canceled all around the world, now, more than ever, we have goals of becoming better human beings, helping others, lifting each other up, and just striving to be the best version of ourselves. Running goals are important, such as PRs, but the most important PR is what I call in my poetry book the pace and rhythm of life, which means being entuned with life, living in the now, and being grateful for every breath and stride we take on the trails of life.

For more inspiration on how to let “AIR,” which stands for adaptation, inspiration, and resilience guide and uplift you during these uncertain and crazy times, please consider buying my print edition or e-book The PR- The Poetics of Running, A Book of Poetry in Motion on Amazon, by clicking on the link. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of the book is going to Girls on the Run Sacramento chapter organization.

St. George Marathon- Tips on Running a Hilly Marathon Strong

“Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”  William Shakespeare

 

Going into St. George marathon, which was my 10th, I decided that I would not let the hills bother me in any way, or consider them good or bad, since I agree with Shakespeare that it is our mere thinking that makes something good or bad. Instead, I decided to train with purpose and focus on  conquering the hills, especially because I had had the opportunity to run 19 miles on the course this summer during our trip to Utah. My long run that summer day in August did not go very well. The hills were long and ubiquitous both up and down, taxing my glutes and calf muscles. My legs felt as heavy as the beautiful red rocks surrounding me on the course and my pace was slower than usual.

 

My husband Catalin was so sweet to be my Sherpa during my long 18-mile run that day, waiting for me in various places and taking pictures of me. In this pic,  I am running through Snow Canyon and making a quick stop to refuel, as well as to complain about those monster, mean hills.

 

Needless to say, I freaked out and thought there was no way I would run strong on the course that everybody called downhill and fast, so together with my awesome friend and coach Jenny Hitchings, we devised a great training schedule that included hills and tough speed workouts. Additionally, every time I had an easy and recovery 10-mile runs on my schedule, I would try to run trails for some more hills and elevation.

 

St. George Marathon highlights and Course Analysis

 

It was the day before the marathon and many runners from 20 countries and 49 states were stirring…

 

My friend and Arete team mate Briana Telford and I shared a house that I had rented through VRBO and we did everything right before our marathon. I cooked spaghetti and sweet potatoes fries for dinner, we hydrated, conserved our energy, and  went to bed around 9:30 the night before the marathon, since we got up before 4 a.m. to catch the bus taking us to the start line.

 

Briana and I doing a short 2 mile-shakeout with strides on Friday, October 4th the day before our marathon. Most big races and marathons are held on a Saturday in Utah, since Sunday is church day for many locals, most of them following the Mormon religion.

 

Briana and I at the Convention Center, which was pretty small and unpretentious. We did not spend much time on our feet, which was great.

 

Excited to run my 10th marathon.

 

 

The start line and the first 7 miles of downhill smiles

 

The house we stayed at was less than a mile away from the finish line and from where we had to take the bus that took us to the start line up in the Pine Valley mountains at 5,240 feet elevation. Briana and I walked to Worthen Park and got on the bus with no wait. Once we arrived at the start line, the volunteers gave us space blankets. The temperature was 35 degrees and a little windy, so we immediately huddled around the fire together with other runners.

 

Huddled around the fire felt magical and we kept warm.

 

Watching the fire was a magical and unique experience at the start of the marathon, which was a first for both of us. The flames twisted, danced, and glowed in the morning cool air. Our legs and feet got warmer –  almost a burning sensation;  our bodies and souls ablaze with marathon flames that simply called our names. As we got close to the start time, which was 6:45 a.m., we finally left the fire, shed our warm jackets and sent our bags on the truck that took all our belongings to the finish line. We barely delivered our bags, when they announced that there was one minute left before the start.

Before I knew it, I started running in the dark surrounded by the cold morning Utah air and the breathing of many runners. My breathing was smooth. I ran through the darkness and could not see anything on my watch. I ran by feel telling myself not to go off too fast. My first mile was 7:48 and then I kept running by feel till the 5K, being on track. The next four miles were in the 7:20 and 7:30 pace, as the downhill was steep and I thought it was worse to put the brakes. I caught up with the 3:25 pacers and they were chatting away, talking about the one-mile long hill coming up at Veyo, a small little town with one gas station.

 

Miles 7-12- Let the hills begin

 

It is very easy to think that St George marathon is just a downhill race, as runners descend nearly 2,600 feet through scenic Southwest Utah, but unfortunately, maps don’t do justice to a course. At mile 7, I knew I had to climb for exactly one mile, so I was ready and took the hill steadily, trying to conserve energy. The hills continued till mile 12, even though there were some downhills in between, but not enough to keep me at my desired 7:50 pace. I relaxed and did not panic, as I knew this portion of the course very well. The hills did not feel very difficult, but they did slow me down. I was looking forward to taking off after these miles, thinking that it was mainly downhill, but my  body had different plans.

 

These are not just hills; they are mountains, and yet,  I came to the top with a big smile and my victory sign up. .

 

Miles 13 to 19 – Up and Down I Ran

 

I was really planning on taking off and hitting my GMP (gross marathon pace) again, but my hips were a little tight and I couldn’t quite push, so I was happy to run in the low 8s and some mid 8s. To my surprise, my calf muscles were not sore or tight and my glutes were also pretty good. I had taped both my calves using the wide KT tape and it seemed to work. As I kept losing my desired pace, I did not feel despair like I felt earlier this year running the Boston marathon. On the contrary, I was running with joy and gratitude, relishing the white, pink, and red sandstone rocks.  I was keeping a steady pace and the spectators were wonderful, cheering on me and saying “Go Carmen,” as we all had our names typed on our bibs. I kept looking at my watch to see how far off I was from my goal of breaking 3:30 and I realized that I needed to shift my focus on my form, as my knees were starting to hurt from all the descending, as well as try to make this my second fastest marathon.

 

Miles 20 to the Finish line

 

The climbing up and down the hills does not end till about mile 19, when the course descends into town, where there is a flat and fast 10k for those runners who can push it. Even though I could feel my body getting tired, I started to pick up my pace and ran faster in this portion. I had promised my friend and Arete team mate Christina Nokes that I would run as fast as I could for her at the end and that I would chant our new marathon mantra: “Like a savage.” As I ran faster and stronger through town, I kept lifting my arms and was shouting “like a savage.” One of the spectators said cheerfully: “Yeah, you are a savage. ” Many spectators were amused and cheered even louder for me, which helped me run faster and with more joy. With two miles left, the spectators were handing out popsicles and I truly enjoyed mine, while running faster and stronger towards the finish line, which was electrifying, as there were rows of spectators on both sides. I had finished my 10th marathon as my third fastest marathon in 3:41:46, qualifying again to run Boston marathon, which I had promised myself not to run again till I am 70 when I will try to win my age group.

 

My third fastest marathon and qualified for Boston with 8 minutes below my qualifying times.

 

My amazing friend and Arete team mate Briana was at the finish line cheering for me and taking this video of me right as I crossed the finish. Video_Finishline_StGeorge

To my great joy, Briana PRed by about 5 minutes and finished in 3:24:25. We were both happy to complete a tough, but great marathon.

 

At the finish line with my awesome and speedy friend Briana.

 

Even though I did not PR, I was very happy with my marathon and I loved that I ran with joy and gratitude.

 

With St. George being considered one of the top 10 qualifiers for the Boston marathon, according to the marathon website, here are my recommendations to everyone wanting to run this course strong and qualify for Boston, or achieve a personal best time.

 

Training Tips for a Successful St. George, Boston, New York, or any hilly marathon

 

  1. Practice running both uphill and downhill. My hill workouts included running steady uphill and controlled downhill, but I sometimes made the workout harder by running hard downhill at 7 minute pace to shred the quads and get them stronger for this marathon, which is not for the runners who hate the hills. The hill workouts that my awesome coach Jenny Hitchings gave me also included doing three miles at marathon pace after my hill repeats and sometimes doing a tempo right before the hill repeats. These specific workouts kept my quads pretty strong till the last two miles of the marathon.
  2. Use the recovery day and easy runs to run on  the trails, as the hills there are ubiquitous and you will train at higher elevation. Whenever I had 10 miles recovery on my schedule the day after speed workout, I tried to hit the trials and run super easy, but practice on the hills, which is quite helpful for a hilly marathon.
  3.  In the building phase of the marathon, feel free to do your long runs on the trails so that you can get your climbing legs in good shape.
  4.  For the most advanced runners who feel comfortable on the trails and who are not injury prone, although we can all get injured at any time, I would recommend doing a hilly, but not super technical 50K race about 5 to 8 weeks out before the marathon, as I have done that before another downhill marathon last year at Mountains to Beach and I felt the strongest out of all my marathons, but that doesn’t mean it will always work.
  5.  Speed workout on the hills doing 5 to 8 x800 meters on a fairly steep downhill and running back up. Try to do this workout once or twice a month, as the purpose is to beat up the quads to get them strong for the hilly course. Run hard, but controlled downhill with a good form and turnover, after which rest for 2 minutes at the bottom and then climb back up strong.

 

To sum things up, hills are runners’ best friends and we should visit them often for speed and strength.

 

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First Boston Marathon – Thoughts, Tips, and Ideas on Conquering the Hills and Running Strong

“Boston City and its people stole my heart, while Boston marathon stole my legs.” Carmen Micsa, aka ninja

 

Before Marathon – Exploring Boston

 

What I love most about out of state marathons is the exploration of the city. I feel that the energy,  excitement, and the pure spiritual aura of a city unveils to us runners from all over the world in a unique light that shimmers inside our souls and sticks to our memories forever. However, after having run Chicago and New York City world marathons in 2018, which I totally relished and treasured, I feel that the Bostonians are the friendliest, the most invested in their marathon, and welcomed us runners with open arms and hearts. 

 

The people of Boston were treating us runners like rock stars the entire marathon weekend. The locals cheer on us and talk to us everywhere we go, whenever they see us wearing our marathon jackets/clothes. Such an indelible feeling!

 

Little did I know that the course outline behind me was so accurate. My coach and my friends back home told me that the first 6 miles are downhill and that I need to hold back and not go too fast, but I would soon find out that the hills start cresting from the very first mile.

 

My first day in Boston was taken by the Expo and by exploring Boston Common, the oldest park in the United States dating back to 1634. The history, the brick buildings, the friendly people all welcomed me, making me grateful and honored to run my eighth marathon, but my very first Boston.

 

Boston Common Park and its gardens.

 

I even got to meet Blanca, the white albino squirrel that was as friendly and cheerful as the Bostonians.

 

On Sunday before the Boston marathon,  which is the oldest continuously running marathon, I was excited to run down Boylston Street to the finish line to do my easy shakeout run. My Airbnb apartment was a little less than a mile away from the finish line and only a quarter mile from the buses taking us to the start line. My good friend Kaoru Cruz who had run Boston the previous year told me about the blessing of the athletes at the Old South Church, so I was excited to get my run in first and then go to church. To my great joy, many of my Sacramento runner friends were also by the finish line, strolling and taking pics.

 

With Kaoru Cruz and my awesome Sacramento runner friends at the finish line.

 

With Lisa Limcaco and Joanie Murakami.

 

Boston Strong, Sunday before the marathon.

 

Another finish pic with my awesome Arete team mates, Karen Kunz and Debbie Zakerski. To me, taking all the pics by the finish line meant that I had to finish the next day and be strong and ready for the real finish line pics.

 

Following my short run with a few strides, I had a bagel with hash brown potatoes. A few minutes before 11 a.m., when the second blessing of the athletes happened, I went to Old South Church – my soul already elated and humbled to be there.

 

Designed in the Gothic Revival style, the Old South Church is a historic United Church of Christ. Having a church by the finish line of the marathon is a 26.2 mile and beyond spiritual journey.

Before the service started, we were all given a palm leaf. In John 12:12, the crowds used palm leaves to greet and welcome Jesus as the king of Israel. I sat next to a lovely lady, who lived right outside of Boston on her own and who immediately started talking to me about the marathon and treated me like a celebrity. Once the service started, I felt the sacredness of Palm Sunday, surrounded by the people of Boston and other marathoners like me from all over the world.  The service was touching with special prayers and wishes for us, such as “May you mount up with wings like eagles. May you run and not grow weary. May you walk and not faint,” but what got me was the special hymn for the runners entitled Guide My Feet. 

As we all started to sing this hymn that went like this: “Guide my feet while I run this race, (yes, my Lord!) for I don’t want to race this race in vain! Hold my hand while I run this race, I’m your child while I run this race, Search my heart while I run this race,” I wept uncontrollably. I sang and cried. A purifying and cathartic sobbing and crying that percolated all the way to my runner’s core. My new friend consoled me and held me around the shoulders in a maternal embrace. At the time, I just thought I was emotional, but after the marathon, I interpreted my weeping as a foreboding sign to the tough marathon awaiting for me that would fully challenge my physical and mental abilities.

 

My new Boston friend from Old South Church, who consoled me when I cried filled with emotions before my first Boston marathon.

 

The Morning of the Race

 

On Patriots Day, the morning of the marathon, I woke up to a roaring thunder and stormy fickle New England weather. The dark clouds floating in the sky, reminded me of Haruki Muraki’s quote in his memoir What I Talk About When I talk About Running that clouds always come and go, but we can always count on the permanence and immanence of the sky. While I was getting dressed and prepared my bag with my good Nike Flyknit shoes, I checked the weather app. It looked that the rain would be over by the time I started at 10:50 a.m. wave 3, corral 2. Nonetheless, I wore my bad shoes that I was going to discard at the start line and a disposable weather poncho.

 

Before boarding on the bus to Hopkinton. Most runners were clad in garbage bags and old clothes to discard at the start line.

 

The ride to the start line took about an hour. Once we got to the Athletes Village, I lined up to use the porta potty. It was muddy, so I was glad I wore my bad shoes that I was going to discard right as we started to walk to the start line. After going to the bathroom twice, I ate half a bagel and then they called wave three, blue bibs to start walking. It was happening and I needed to go to the bathroom again, but I was told there were porta potties right before the start line, so I was relieved.

 

The Race

Before I knew it, I crossed the start line at Hopkinton to run my first Boston marathon. As my wonderful coach Jenny Hitchings, warned me, the first three miles of the marathon were quite busy and I was not able to hit even the 8-minute pace that she suggested for my race strategy, but I was around 8:10 minute pace. I refrained from weaving around people, as I wanted to conserve energy. I was also told that the first six miles were downhill, but I found out quite the opposite. After about half a mile, a long hill loomed in front of us. A gentleman running next to me joked and asked me: “Is this Heartbreak hill?” I laughed, but I was already put off by the early hills. I could also see runners in front of me trying to get into a rhythm and go around other runners.  It was also hard for me to hit my 7:50 to 8 minute pace right from the start of the race, which never happens to me; quite the contrary, I have to hold myself back, because it feels so good to run. At the 5K point, I was only 1 minute off from what Jenny wanted me to hit, so I reassured myself that I would soon get into my groove and my 7:50 splits should come to me, as they always did in my training, which has been solid due to the outstanding guidance and support of my coach.

The spectators lined up on both sides of the rural towns we ran through from Hopkinton to Ahsland first. I high fived many kids cheering for us and thought to myself that by the 10K mark I should be on track. However, as we kept running through the next town of Framingham, I kept noticing more and more hills and hardly any downhill. My pace by the 10K mark deteriorated, but I kept on running and smiling.  I was looking forward to hit the half marathon mark. I noticed quite a few churches on our way and the spectators who cheered on us from the side of the road, from balconies and anywhere they could find a spot to show their enthusiasm for us and supporting us the same way crowds in Chicago and New York City world marathons did.

The heat and humidity were a factor for us runners. I felt sluggish and knew I had to stay on top of my hydration and fueling. I took more Huma gels than I normally would to be strong and not get cramps. As soon as I hit the half marathon mark by Wellesley, I was 10 minutes off my recommended pace. I had to acquiesce that I would have to dig deep to finish my first Boston marathon and that it was not going to be a PR day for me. I was starting to feel my glutes lock up on me and not allowing me to run smoothly, which is why I almost missed the super enthusiastic and loud cheering from the Wellesley college students, but then I saw runners stopping for kisses and remembered my friends who told me about this incredible experience. I did not go for a kiss, but tried to use the crowds’ energy and good vibes to continue running and smiling.

 

 

Still smiling.

 

Digging deep on the hills.

 

Running by the famous Newton Fire Station on the infamous Newton hills.

 

My pace kept getting slower into the 9s. At this time, I only hit one GMP mile at 7:55 pace, which was unusual for me, as I perform much better in races than in training. My left calf muscle was tight and tense. My running felt labored. I even had to do a short walk on  Heartbreak Hill. I ended up walking for a very short distance three times during this marathon, which had never happened to me in any other marathons I had previously run.

The crowds kept cheering for us loudly, but at this point, it wasn’t working for me, as I was in deep pain and mad on this crazy Boston marathon course. I told myself that I would never come back and that one time running this iconic race is more than enough. My emotions during the race matched the New England weather: I vacillated between joy, smiling, waving to the spectators to talking to myself, hating the course, and not understanding why runners keep coming back to run Boston marathon. Between miles 16 to 21, I was in a dark place, not enjoying the marathon and wishing this torture to be over. My left calf kept putting its brakes on my running, so I understood that I had to be gentle on my body, while trying to adjust my stride and just move along at whatever pace my body allowed me to run that day.

 

The Finish Line

 

From miles 22 to the finish I just willed myself to keep moving. The majority of the miles were on flat terrain, but I was still exhausted and stopped one last time. I walked and cried. A very nice lady told me that we are almost done and gave me her hand. We ran hand in had for just a little bit till I stopped crying. I often get emotional running marathons, or ultras. The crowds kept cheering for us to propel us to the finish line. I tried to absorb their energy, but it didn’t work the same way as it did for me at New York City marathon in 2018. However, once I saw the big Citgo sign, a landmark for the Boston people associated with Kenmore Square and the Red Sox in the distance, I knew I was getting close. I could taste my victory of completing a tough marathon under warm and humid conditions.

The turn on Boylston Street was incredible and so was the purifying and cooling rain that had started. Most runners felt cheerful and spread their arms widely to welcome the rain that never felt better. I felt rejuvenated and tried to do my kick at the finish line. I crossed over the mat, not realizing that the race was over. I did it!

 

The pure ecstasy of crossing the finish line and completing my toughest marathon so far in 4:10:22, which was my second slowest marathon since becoming a runner, but a finish in the iconic Boston marathon is a finish.

 

 

My rainy finish before getting the medal.

 

 

The Boston Medal! A race like no other!

 

Post Boston Celebration and New Perspective on the Marathon

 

Right after the marathon, I walked back to my apartment wrapped in the shiny, silver thermal marathon blanket. To my surprise, my calf felt great now that I stopped abusing it. I knew that I was not injured and I was happy. My post Boston celebration included meeting with my awesome Arete team mates and our coach Mary Wright, my wonderful friend Robin Miotke, who happened to be in Boston, and my speedy and amazing friend Karen Clark. As I heard more marathon stories and how mostly everybody struggled that day, although some of our team mates ran super strong races and even got a personal record, I became more and more content and grateful with my finish and accomplishment.

 

The Boston 26.2 beer sure tasted good with my Beyond meat burger dinner after the marathon at the Granary Tavern, where I met with my Arete team mates to celebrate and share our trials and tribulations.

 

With our awesome coach Mary Wright and my team mates from Arete’s different chapters.

 

With my amazing long-time friend Robin Miotke. I loved hanging out with Robin and her husband Rob and share lots of race details as well as my second dinner for the evening.

 

The following day, I woke up with hardly any soreness, or pain, so I joked with my hubby, friends, and coach telling them that I apparently did not run hard enough out there.  On my way to the airport, I was super happy to connect with my wonderful friend Karen Clark, whom I had met during a 20-mile race in preparation for the CIM marathon in 2016 and we had stayed great friends.

 

Posing with my friend Karen Clark by the Boston marathon sign.

 

Appreciating my journey as a runner and grateful for having completed the Boston marathon.

 

Final Thoughts, Reflections, and Advice on the Boston Marathon from Carmen, aka Ninja

 

  1. The hills are real and when I come back to run Boston, I will make sure to include a lot more hill training and even some close to GMP miles on hills. I had some great Boston simulation hilly long runs that my coach had me do and they were great. I also tried to do most of my easy runs on hills, but hitting long hills during a marathon between miles 16 to 21, when the body is already tired is tough.
  2. Last year before I ran Mountains 2 Beach, which is a much easier marathon, but still had some hills after the half marathon mark, I had run two hilly 50K races and one 50-mile race. I will not run Boston without doing at least one 50k race on the trails about 4 to 6 weeks out. Doing a 50-mile race like I did last year is a little much, but the 50K races will prepare my body and mind for those steep and long Newton hills.
  3. Doing more long runs on the trails will be ideal and key in my humble opinion, especially during January and February to build endurance and strength. This is especially important for me to do, as I constantly have glutes issues and experience pain during long runs and marathons.
  4. Using the sauna at the gym more often, as early spring weather can bring heat and humidity that our bodies are not used to.
  5. Doing two days of strength training, instead of one that I did this training cycle,  two days of hot yoga/ Pilates a week on top of the regular running will make my body stronger and faster.

 

As this wonderful sign by the finish line of the Boston marathon says: “What gets you to the finish line?”

 

Great question! We all have different reasons and motivations. Let’s find them!

 

Once I had finished Boston Marathon, my gratitude level increased, and as this sign that I walked by on my way to the celebration dinner says, rebounding and resilience are one of the key lessons that we learn as runners and human beings. For these reasons I would like to dedicate this blog and the Boston marathon to my mom Cezarina Gramatic, who is quite resilient herself.

 

Life and marathons are about rebounding and resilience!

 

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