Boston 2021 was the fastest marathon in her career so far
Photo by the race photographers. Jenny Hitching crossing the Boston Marathon finish line, 2021
Whether you are a runner or not, there is a magic marathon revered and appreciated by many: Boston.
With the Boston marathon taking place on April 18th, 2022, let’s hear some wise advice from Jenny Hitchings, who lives in Sacramento, CA with her husband, Andy, and their dog, Mia. Hitchings is the world marathon record holder in the 55 to 59 age group.
“And now at 58, I am still getting faster and still running PRs. My time at the Boston Marathon on October 11th, 2021 of 2:45:32 was a lifetime PR. This is where people ask, how? I wish I had an easy answer that I could deliver in a box with a bow. But I don’t.” — Jenny Hitchings in an interview for Run in Rabbit blog
A five-time Age Group (55–59) American Record holder in various race distances and an Age Group World Record holder in the marathon, Hitchings is also a running coach for individuals, youth, and middle school cross-country. Besides her exciting running and coaching career, Hitching has two grown girls, Molly and Maggie, and is a newly crowned grandma to Olivia (Molly’s baby).
Hitchings’ advice on training and running a strong Boston marathon
Doing harder workouts within her long runs with her fast runner friends and teammates from SRA Elite team has helped her be well-prepared for Boston. Some of Hitching’s favorite workouts were: long runs with fast finishes to practice picking up the pace even though legs are feeling tired, progression runs where the pace starts slower and gets faster with every mile, as well as running GMP (goal marathon pace) tempos and longer GMP mile intervals, such as 3x 2, 2 x 3, 2 x 4.
2. Running many 20-mile runs, or longer. Occasionally, Hitchings tried to run on courses that mimicked the Boston course hills by starting on a slight 3-mile downhill and returning on the same hill around mile 16 to simulate the challenging Boston course. She also advises running on rolling hills to strengthen the quadricep muscles that need to help you transition in downhill and uphill running, which can also be done on trails.
3. Do NOT go out too fast, as Boston starts with downhill running. “If starting too fast or beyond what you know is reasonable, your legs will fatigue and cramp by Newton hills and beyond. Try and run effort based on the inclines, and let it flow on the declines,” advised Hitching.
4. And last, but not least, enjoy the crowds! Smile, pump your fists, and hands in the air, as spectators will scream and cheer louder, which can carry you a long way.
Photo by the race photographers. Jenny Hitchings running with joy at Boston marathon, 2021.
Improving running and athletic longevity
“I have been running since college (for fitness) and more competitively since I was 40, so I don’t have all the wear and tear on my legs like if I had been running at a high level in high school and college,” said Hitchings. “I have a flexible schedule that allows me to run when I want. I have a coach. I train hard, and I have good genes,” she added.
Hitchings’ advice to women runners of all ages, but particularly women over 50 regarding running the best races of their lives:
The first and most important thing is to love running because it makes it easier to be consistent and do what it takes to get out the door, instead of making excuses about why you can’t run or train.
Success has nothing to do about comparing yourself to others, and everything to do with being the best you can be at any given point in your life.
As far as reducing injuries and increasing your running longevity, Hitchings can’t say that she has stayed injury-free over the years. She had an Achilles/heel surgery and a PRP (Platelet Rich Plasma injections) procedure on her glute/upper hamstring. Hitchings added that running with no pain felt enlightening! Although she admits to not being great at doing strength or cross-training — Hitchings does enjoy riding outside or on her Peloton — she regularly sees her sports chiropractor doctor and gets deep tissue massage. She also thinks that walking her dog 1.5–2 miles after runs helps her stretch and feel loose.
Hitchings pointed out that getting good or better at running (or anything) takes time: practice pacing, fueling, hydrating, running on different courses and terrain, and adding mileage. “In the end, your training doesn’t lie,” she said.
Sometimes, Hitchings watches dogs run and thinks, “they have it right. They just do it organically. Warm up with a trot, run fast and chase things to get the energy out, slow down because they’re tired, find a stick and chew on it in the shade, because, why not? Then get up and repeat. Interval training at its best without getting injured.”
Photo by the race photographers. Sacramento, CA
Although Hitchings is not running the Boston Marathon this year, she hopes to see her granddaughter Olivia at her next Boston, wearing a T-shirt that says:
“My nana is FAST as AF.”
Meanwhile, happy tapering for Boston, and don’t forget to wave at the crowds!
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Photo taken by the race photographers – Running with joy next to the guy in red over the Tower Bridge
After the London marathon got canceled twice last year due to the pandemic, I finally had the opportunity to run my fourth world marathon in person on Oct. 3rd. Not only did I take part in the largest marathon in the world with about 60,000 in-person and virtual participants, but I also rejoiced being cheered on by the best, most supportive, and loudest spectators in the world.
As a competitive runner who strives to earn my six-star coveted medal by running all the six world marathons, getting accepted into the London marathon was a dream come true! To my surprise, the times I ran during the Chicago and New York City marathons that I completed in 2018, had earned me an invitation to participate in the AbbottWMM Wanda Age Group World Championships. Knowing how hard it was to get into London marathon, I jumped at the unbelievable occasion. I felt honored and extremely fortunate to get invited.
Anticipation was high. Elations and emotions. Trials and tribulations. A solo international travel to Europe during a pandemic fully vaccinated but still masked and cautious.
The start of the marathon
After a well-organized packet pick-up on Friday two days before the marathon, I rested all day on Saturday to have fresh legs on Sunday. Luckily, it was a rainy day, which made it easy to stay warm under the covers, reading The Daily Telegraph newspaper that I picked up that morning at The Waitrose neighborhood market.
The morning of the marathon, we were blessed with no rain, clouds covering the sun in gray wisps of wonder, and a staggered start of our marathon due to Covid restrictions. Like most of the runners, I took the tube following crowds of excited and masked runners. I immediately became friends with a couple from Florida. We stuck together, as we had the same corral and start time.
The first thing I saw, as we got off at Blackheath, an area of South East London, England, straddling the border of the Royal Borough of Greenwich and the London Borough of Lewisham was a church built out of solid rock greeting all of us runners. I felt piety and serenity envelop me warmer than my jacket that I was planning to dispose of on the course.
Photo taken by Carmen Micsa. All Saints’ Church in Blackheath Common, London Borough of Lewisham
To me, this was a great sign, as I always say prayers before each race and ask God to guide my steps during each mile all the way to the finish line. I also feel at peace, knowing that my dear father will watch over me from heaven, helping me when I need him most.
My new friends and I checked in, showing proof of our negative Covid tests (I had to test negative four times during my 10-day London trip), after which we lined up to the portaloos, The British word for porta-potties. The wide-screen TV showed images of regular runners like us, as well as the elite runners warming up.
Photo taken by Carmen Micsa. The wheelchair runners getting ready to start the London marathon.
We hung around for about an hour before our wave started, which gave me plenty of time to use the bathrooms, but it also made me stand instead of resting my legs.
Selfie taken by Carmen Micsa. My new runner friends and I found Robert Wang. He is gracious to keep us all informed on the World Marathon Majors Challenge.
Running the streets of London
Around 9:40 a.m. we did a short walk to our designated start line — there were multiple starting lines, but only one finish line, and off we went.
My goal was to run the first three miles at an 8-minute pace, or so, which due to the many runners on the course worked. We ran through Charlton and Woolwich for those miles and the crowds were already cheering on us. After mile three, I tried to pick up the pace, but by the time we merged with the other runners, there was barely any room to run around people. I decided not to weave in and to wait a little more till the 10K point.
Photo taken by the race photographers. Running through Cutty Sark by this ship
I remember thinking during the marathon how strange it was that we were running by a ship and that I wanted to find out more about this since I love to research and learn, or what my kids call me “being curious Mom who strikes again.” From what I read, Cutty Sark was a British clipper ship, one of the last and fastest tea clippers to be built that now sits on the dry dock in Greenwich for public display. What a treat to run through history and be surrounded by indelible sights and architecture!
At this point, I started to run at a 9-minute pace and relaxed into it, realizing how blessed I was to be there — running through historical neighborhoods and relishing the sights and sounds of London that had already stolen my heart from the first day I lay sight on it.
The second half of the marathon
Before I knew it, I was crossing over the River Thames and running across Tower Bridge. This was already about the half marathon point. I was mesmerized by the energy of the runners around me, and especially the spectators who were treating us like superstars. The only world marathon that comes close to London in terms of spectators’ density and support is New York City marathon.
Photo taken by the race photographers. At this point, I felt like crying with joy and gratitude for running, for being alive, and moving.
Photo taken by the race photographers. I am smiling and running sandwiched between runners. The spectators were three rows deep.
I could not help smiling and taking in the sights and the spectators. The volume was perfect. I felt exhilaration at every step and turn. My body did not want to move at the planned 7:50 pace, but I felt amazing and did not want to break this running spell.
Everything was magical and magnificent. My heart glowed with gratitude.
Miles 20 to the finish line
For some reason, I felt that I was covering London so quickly. I wasn’t even looking for mile markers, or for the dreaded 20-mile wall. As I ran along Tower Hill and Victoria Embarkment Parliament Square, I continued to be amazed by the crowds who had huge balloons arrangements representing various charities, such as ovarian cancer, Parkinsons’ disease, and so on.
I also started to take more Buxton natural mineral water bottles offered to us on the course. As London is such an environmentally friendly city even the water bottles are made from 100 percent recycled material and are 100 percent recyclable.
Photo taken by Carmen Micsa
I also started to thank the Londoners for their incredible support by shouting: “I love you, London.”
The crowds went wild for me, which made me float through the streets of London elated and energized.
I kept running relaxed, keeping a steady 9-minute pace, for I realized that I would finish my fourth world marathon in under 4 hours.
As I came around the final corner in front of Buckingham palace, I picked up my pace and ran in the 8s. I kept raising my index finger to declare my love to the spectators that kept screaming: “way to go!”
They were jazzed up for me, and I kept on running strong all the way past the finish line.
Photo taken by the race photographers. Electrifying finish and backdrop. I was all pumped up, as you can tell!
Photo taken by the race photographers. Crying with joy past the finish line
The gentleman in blue next to me was so nice. He asked me:
“Why are you crying? You finished so strong!”
I’m crying with joy,” I replied. “I cry at the end of each marathon,” I continued.
Crying is so cathartic at the end of a marathon, and running all the 26.2 miles cleanses my soul and heart. The tears just trickled down my cheeks and I let them roll, as I crossed the finish line of the London marathon and started to stroll to the bag check area.
My awesome friend and Arete teammate Katie Koning ran into each other on the course and at the finish line.
We both have competed in the Wanda World Age Championships, so we got two shiny medals to display. We also finished super close to each other and shared impressions of our races while taking in the vibrant atmosphere of the finish line — being surrounded by London’s old, beautiful, and well-kept buildings.
One of the big highlights of the London marathon: having the honor to see Shalane Flanagan blaze off on the other side of the road.
And were there any moments of doubts and physical challenge?
Yes! The last 10 miles of the marathon got pretty warm (I ended up drinking close to two liters of water) and blood came through my right shoe, as my toes bled towards the end squished by the Nike Vaporfly shoes, which I will not wear again in marathons, but these small challenges never stopped my eternal smiles through all the London miles.
Wishing you all to run the London marathon with joy, gratitude, and no bloody toes unless you’re a savage ninja like me, my nickname in the Sacramento running community and my Arete women only running club!
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, or buy it straight from my blog by clicking on my books link, which will take you to Amazon. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of the book is going to Girls on the Run Sacramento chapter organization.
For more info on running and real estate, whether buying or selling, please e-mail me at carmenmicsa@yahoo.com, or call me at 916-342-2446. Also mention this blog and receive a great offer whether buying (credit for closing costs) or selling (commission discount). Running for real estate with joy!
Bryn and I during our fun 20-mile run with 18x400m at the beginning of each mile starting at mile 2.
I have run 12 marathons in the last six years as a runner, and I am about to run my lucky 13th one in three weeks at London, where I am participating in the World Age Group Championships.
We all know how taxing marathons can be on our bodies and how strong we need to be to run a faster marathon or to achieve a PR (personal record). We also know that long runs are the holy grail of marathon training and that practicing our GMP (gross marathon pace) is super important in having a successful marathon, but how about speed, hills, and other workouts?
The number one myth that we need to get rid of is that a marathon is just about strength, stamina, and endurance. However, we should not neglect to do the weekly speed workouts, whether they are Fartleks, hill repeats, or track.
With these important workouts in mind, I will share with you my very three favorite marathon workouts that will turn all of you into marathon beasts! And speaking of beasts, this short form piece published by The Daily Cuppa matches my first hill workout. It was inspired by my Fair Oaks Chicken run 5-mile race this year, where I got first in my age group.
However, let’s not get down the rabbit hole, or the chicken one, since this story is about the yearly chicken five-mile race. Runners not only race the roosters roaming the streets, but they actually have four infamous hills to climb: Grand Daddy hill, Hernia hill, the Beast, and The Last Gasp.
I ran this race for the first time and enjoyed running over hills, through rocks by the river single-track path, and on a gravel road.
As I finished the gravel section, one of the volunteers cheered on us to run strong on the Beast hill.
My response to him: “I am the beast.”
Workouts
Hill repeats mixed with two miles of GMP. After a 2-mile warm-up, run 4X800m hill repeats ( I like to do Pennsylvania hill repeats). You can run hard uphill and use the downhill for recovery, or you can run pretty hard both ways with a full minute rest at the bottom. After the four repeats, run two miles at GMP pace, or faster on the bike trail, or a more flat surface. Then come back to the hill and finish the workout strong with another 4X800 meters. Cooldown for a total of 8 to 10 miles.
Running uphill in Ancil Hoffman Park with a smile. Photo credit: Bryn Mumma
2. A tough workout perfect for marathon training is the dreaded Michigan workout. This workout is a combination of fast track repeats on the track and tempo miles on a bike path. The paces will vary based on your fitness level and goals. To avoid injuries, start with half of the workout, or only do it as an advanced runner. My awesome friend and amazing training partner Bryn and I did this workout for the first time about a month ago. She is training for the Boston marathon and I am training for London. We were both surprised that we could still run our last 800m and 400m repeats fast and that the tempo miles didn’t feel too taxing or daunting.
The flying savage ninja – ha!ha! Photo credit: Bryn Mumma
3. And last, but not least, the 400m during your long run to break the monotony and to practice speed on tired legs. Bryn and I just recently did 18X400m starting at mile 2 all the way to 20. At the beginning of each mile, we ran 400 meters hard, but not as fast as doing it on track, but still hard enough that we ended up with some faster miles. It was a challenging workout, but it made our long run go by so much faster and our legs got some much-needed speed. Once again, this workout is pretty advanced, but it can be tailored for every runner since you can choose how many 400m repeats to do in each mile. The main goal is to shake up your tired marathon legs and to have fun with it.
These workouts seem daunting and hard, but doing them with a partner will make them more fun and less intimidating.
To sum things up, marathon training doesn’t have to be only about tempo runs, GMP mileage, and recovery runs. You can spice things up and have fun while training, and I guarantee you that your marathon results will be impressive, too.
Enjoy speed, hills, and mixing up workouts, as you might want to run more marathons when having so much fun. Happy feet, and remember that YOU ARE THE BEAST!
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, or buy it straight from my blog by clicking on my books link, which will take you to Amazon. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of the book is going to Girls on the Run Sacramento chapter organization.
For more info on running and real estate, whether buying or selling, please e-mail me at carmenmicsa@yahoo.com, or call me at 916-342-2446. Also mention this blog and receive a great offer whether buying (credit for closing costs) or selling (commission discount). Running for real estate with joy!
My awesome friend Annalisa Co showing me a new hilly route loop from Quarry trail in Auburn to Cool after I took a week off from running.
“So you took a voluntary week off from running? my friend Annalisa asked me with great surprise at my resolute decision to put myself in time out.
“Yes, I have, because I want to start my London marathon training strong and avoid injuries. My shins needed a break, too, and it is good for my body and mind,” I replied.
“It takes a lot of patience and discipline to do this, ” Annalisa remarked.
“Yes, it does.”
I thought of our conversation after our run, and although I am not as patient as my father used to be, I am disciplined and willing to make changes in order to achieve my highest potential. To me, scheduling regular time off in our running schedule should be as important as scheduling our speed workouts and races, as we need to let our bodies repair themselves after months of pounding and training.
Four Reasons to Take a Week Off from Running
I swam and did aqua jogging workouts four times during my week off from running. Water is great therapy for my body.
To avoid injury and let the body heal itself.According to Runner’s World, it actually takes about three weeks for our bodies to fully heal, repair, and recover, which is why they recommend taking a three-week layoff once a year.
Tocome back stronger and better prepared me for peak performance. During my week off I swam, I did Pilates and some light strength training, and did a 20 mile-bike ride once that week, but I mainly rested. With each day of rest, I felt my body relaxed, rested, and happy. As Friday came, I started to get excited about my easy 3-mile run the next day, coming back to running after my week off, which was a great decision.
To provide a mental break from the demands of weekly training five to six days a week. Our mind needs as much as a break as our body, if not more sometimes, so just taking a week off will be refreshing and make running so much sweeter and exciting.
To practice patience and gratitude. We runners can take our bodies for granted when things go our way, and instead of waiting for an injury to happen, we can be proactive and treat our bodies with kindness and appreciation for how much they are working for us. Also running is the perfect avenue to express our gratitude for fresh air, for strong bodies and minds, for healthy lungs and hearts, for the gift of connecting to others, and for our ability to put one foot in front of the other. When taking a scheduled break, it is easier to reflect and be grateful for the simple gift of moving one stride and breath at a time.
A nice 20-mile bike ride the day before going back to running. Smiling in anticipation of the joy to come from running in the weekend.
The beauty of taking only a week off from running is that it is not too short and not too long to really affect performance and getting back to running. Lead researcher Charles Pedlar, Ph.D. said in an interview with Runner’s World that the lack of decline in VO2 max and hemoglobin mass “suggests that with the resumption of training we could see a fairly rapid return to form. Plasma volume can rapidly expand since it is composed mostly of water.”
Five days after coming back to running, my awesome friend and training partner Bryn Mumma and I did a great speed workout 10X1 min hard/1 min easy, followed by 4×30 sec hill repeats. To my surprise, I felt amazing and not out of breath, as I had expected. I am sure my aqua jogging helped a lot. Not only did I feel physically recharged, but I was also mentally ready for the upcoming hard marathon workouts. The best thing is that my shins were not hurting anymore, which was the main reason for the voluntary time out, as well as the fact that I have run for five months without a longer break.
Bryn and I back at it, doing a fun speed workout and enjoying the lovely company of deer during our cool down.
To sum things up, if you are asking yourself whether to take a break, or not to take a break, the answer should be YES! Your body and mind will thank you, and you might just prevent an injury lurking out there and striking when you least expect it. Be smart and kind to your body, and don’t be afraid to put yourself in time out, because we adults need it sometimes just as much as our kids. Happy feet and happy resting when needed!
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, or buy it straight from my blog by clicking on my books link, which will take you to Amazon. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of the book is going to Girls on the Run Sacramento chapter organization.
For more info on running and real estate, whether buying or selling, please e-mail me at carmenmicsa@yahoo.com, or call me at 916-342-2446. Also mention this blog and receive a great offer whether buying (credit for closing costs), or selling (commission discount). Running for real estate with joy!
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
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.
“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
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.
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.
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.
Using the sauna at the gym more often, as early spring weather can bring heat and humidity that our bodies are not used to.
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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“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge,” Nick says, “is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world”.F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Running two marathons in one month is not something we should do, but since I qualified and got accepted to run Chicago and New York City marathons, which are both world marathons, I went for it, excited to run the largest marathon in the world.
I took this picture the evening before the marathon, as it amused me. Indeed, New Yorkers are busy and seem in a constant rush, but they sure were the warmest and most amazing spectators on marathon day. They melted my heart with gratitude for the sport and sure carried me through tough moments.
Before leaving for New York, I have read as many articles about how to run well New York City marathon . Since I loved running hills, I thought I would be ready for New York and I was, but not as strong as I had imagined.
Two Days Before the Marathon – How to Enjoy New York Before the Race
Like most of my other friends from Sacramento, I opted for the red-eye flight, even though I can’t sleep on the plane. After a lot of fidgeting around and trying to keep my eyes shut, I had finally landed in New York, which brought back sweet and exciting memories from 23 years ago when my husband and I first came to America from Romania and landed in New York. I remember how we were both craning our necks, trying to capture New York City rise out of the clouds with its grandiose Statue of Liberty greeting and welcoming us to the greatest country in the world. This time just like 23 year ago, I could not resist the views and kept stretching my neck to capture New York City’s grandeur from the airplane. A canopy of clouds drifted and sifted over New York, but I could still see rows and rows of homes with small patches of grass and trees in the front.
As soon as I landed, I took a Lyft to my hotel to leave the luggage and head to the Expo, where I was meeting with my Sacramento friends and doing the narrated bus tour of the entire course. I was soon going to find out that the bus tour would take longer than actually running the whole course, especially for those runners making it under 4 hours, but it was great to sit back, relax, spend time with my friends, and taking pics of the five boroughs to add to my blog.
Meeting with my awesome Sacramento runner friends at the Expo.
After the tour, I got to spend time at the Expo, enjoying the energy, the international runners chirping in French, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, and so on, and all the vendors. No matter of the languages spoken all around us, we all had one thing in common: crossing the finish line of the largest marathon in the world.
Finding one’s name among thousands of others is always exciting and humbling.
Running teaches us to spread our wings wide and high and reach for the sky. Shalane Flanagan as the winner of last year’s New York city marathon.
It was getting late, so I went outside to get a Lyft to my hotel, which was close to Central Park and the finish line. The first day in New York went by quickly and I can say that the New York bagels are the best.
The Day Before the Marathon – Carb Loading and Exploring New York City
Saturday before the marathon, I slept in, since I was tired from the flight and all the excitement. Around 9 a.m., I took off on an easy 3-mile run with strides through Central Park. As I ran through Central Park, not knowing which direction to go, I ended up by the finish line, which was exhilarating and brought tears of joys and gratitude to my face. I even found the Romanian flag, which made it special.
Born and raised in Romania, I will never forget my roots and I am proud to be a Romanian American.
Seeing the finish line the day before the marathon helped me visualize my own finish of New York City marathon.
On my way back to the hotel, I took New York’s fall colors all in, being mesmerized by the bright colors set against the backdrop of New York City’s skyscrapers. Runners ran in circles around Central Park and I was once again reminded how fortunate I was to run another world marathon.
Fall splendor in Central Park.
Fall foliage, which made many friends back home remark on the true colors of autumn on the East coast.
After my morning explorations of Central Park, I went back to the hotel, showered, and had lunch. The plan was to explore the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the afternoon for just a couple of hours, since I needed to keep my legs fresh for the next day.
The Metropolitan Museum is a must. I loved the Delacroix exhibit and the Egyptian one, but all the art is exquisite and giving so much joy to the onlookers.
I spent the evening in Madison Square Garden and Rockefeller Plaza, enjoying my pasta dinner, but mainly taking in the sounds of New York, the constant buzzing, the excitement, and the flashing lights all around me. I took another Lyft back to my hotel (I only took the bus once and the rest of the time, I relied on the shared Lyft riding with others, as Lyft services are more expensive).
From what other runners had told me, I didn’t need to go so early to catch the bus or the ferry to the start line. Although in the beginning, I signed up for the ferry, I learned that the bus was the faster option and that I didn’t have to take both the ferry and the bus. I changed the ferry option at the Convention center and opted to take the bus from the New York Public Library, which was only one mile away and easy to get by Lyft. As you can see, my travel to New York should be called Carmen’s uplifting Lyft experience of getting around places – ha!ha!
Marathon Day Race and Logistics
Even though I went to bed by 10:30 p.m. on Saturday after talking to my hubby on the phone, I still decided to sleep an extra half an hour and only get to the bus at 6 a.m. instead of 5:30 a.m., as I did not want to wait so long before my coral’s start time of 9:55 a.m. Once I arrived at the library, I was greeted by a long line of runners and had to wait at least 30 minutes to get on the nice warm bus that had no bathroom, so be prepared for an hour to 1.5 hours ride and of not going to the bathroom. Also for those anxious of not making it on time, don’t be too creative and just follow the time written on your wrist band, which nobody checked, as they only wanted to see our bibs.
The line for the bus at 6 a.m. on November 4th, 2018, the big marathon day.
On the bus, I became friends with Jaszver, a smart and super athletic guy in his 30s. We kept talking for the entire ride to Staten Island, which took an hour an a half. My glutes were getting a little tight from sitting so long, which is why it felt good to get off the bus to another long line that funneled runners to their corresponding coral.
As soon as we got off the bus, soldiers with guns greeted us. They were serious and they even had to step in when some runners tried to cut the line and run to their corals.
After waiting in line to get to my coral and passing by runners who were wrapped up in heavy bathrobes to keep warm, which others were sitting on the ground on blankets, I made it to my coral exactly an hour before the start. The bathrooms were plenty and I had time to go multiple times to make sure I don’t have to stop on the course, which I have been fortunate to never need to go. Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York song was playing through the speakers and they soon started to announce the elite women runners first. I felt elated to be surrounded by runners from all over the world and experience the joy of running on a beautiful, sunny, chilly November day. The weather was perfect to run a marathon.
Right before the start of the New York City marathon before we started to walk on the Verrazzano Bridge where the start line was.
Before I knew it, we started to walk towards the Verrazzano Bridge, a double-decked suspension bridge connecting Staten Island to Brooklyn and then we were running on the lower part of the bridge with expansive water views all around us. The first mile is hilly, so I didn’t have to put effort into holding back my pace. The bridges and overpasses are long and pretty steep. As soon as we got off the bridge, the spectators started cheering on us. I was surrounded by runners, but I did not feel crowded. After my first mile was in the mid 9s, I started to ease into my 8 minute and high 7 minute pace. I felt great and enjoyed the sights of Brooklyn and all the old brick buildings.
I loved seeing different style buildings and running through New York City’s five boroughs. A unique and indelible experience.
Brooklyn
The spectators continued to treat us like rock stars and I felt good all the way till about mile 10 when I started to fall off pace by about 20 seconds, but I decided to go with it and enjoy this amazing marathon that kept me entertained and on my toes at all times. My left calf muscle that gave me trouble at Chicago felt great this time and gave me no issues- it was my glute muscles that tightened up on me, making it hard for me to keep my faster stride. I kept digging deep, smiling, and looking forward to go over another super long and steep bridge, the Queensboro Bridge , which is the first entry point to Manhattan during the New York City Marathon. This bridge comes at mile 15 when the legs are a little tired, but at the end of the bridge, the spectators were thunderous, cheering us on and making the next miles pass by quicker. My pace was already in the low 9s, but I realized that my body gave me all it had, especially since I was running two marathons in one month.
An online picture of Queensboro bridge.
Around mile 19, I heard my name called loudly, but I thought I was delirious, or the spectators saw my name that I scribbled on my bib. Only after the marathon, did I learn that my friend Elizabeth was tracking me and cheered me on. We met at Mountains to Beach Marathon earlier this year and kept in touch through Facebook. She even took my video and thought that I was running strong, when I felt that I was barely moving trying to get to Central Park and six miles closer to the finish line.
The next miles getting to Central Park felt hard, as if invisible hills kept popping out of nowhere.
I smiled a lot to trick my body and that helped a lot besides the most amazing spectators on the planet.
As you can see here, I am ahead of the woman from Sweden, who is probably thinking just like me WTH about all the rolling hills. Pic taken by the race photographers.
I was so excited when I finally got to Central Park running the same paths that I had run the previous day on my 3-mile shakeout run. My legs were tired, so around mile 25, I had a breakthrough and an idea to make myself run faster the way I finish most races. As the spectators were right behind the barricades cheering us on, I started talking to them and shouted: “I love you, New York,” and the crowds went wild for me. My pace starting to pick up, not minding the rolling hills that kept coming our way like ocean waves that we had to climb on. I kept shouting “I love you, New York” all the way to the finish line, when I finished happy and not in too much pain in 3 hours and 54 minutes. I also found out later that I was 11,000 out of 53,000 runners who finished, so not too bad for such a large marathon.
Crossing the finish line with enormous joy. Pic taken by the race photographers.
Celebrating with my medal and text messages coming through from my friend Andrea and other friends. I called me husband and told him that I finished and was alive and well.
We had to walk another mile to get to our fancy marathon ponchos and to the food bag that they handed out to participants. All the walking around after marathon helped the recovery of my muscles.
New York City marathon was an indelible experience that solicited my physical, mental, and spiritual strength and gave me faith in humanity, as the spectators are like no others. My seventh marathon and my second world marathon were complete, leaving me transformed and with an eternal love and gratitude for the Big Apple City.
How about you? Have you run New York City marathon? Is there something you wish to share, or comment on other than “I love you, New York?”
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Pressed by time and not wanting to be away too long from my family, the same day I ran New York City, my seventh marathon, I flew back to Sacramento, which did not give me enough time to have a proper meal afterwards. Luckily, a kind, blonde-haired flight attendant , realized how hungry I was and gave me double the snacks and some food I ordered. Yet, nothing seemed to satisfy my insatiable appetite that stretched as long and steep as the bridges I had run over during the marathon, so the flight attendant’s final offer was two bags of popcorners, which inspired me to write this flash fiction. Let’s not delay things. Pick up your own popcorners, sit back, and enjoy reading.
Popcorners made me so happy after the marathon on my flight back home to Sacramento.
“Sweet and salty kettle corn never fried,” pops out at me in capital letters on the red and black package that the flight attendant kindly handed to me. I opened the bag quickly and popped them into my mouth. The sweet and salty flavor of the chips transported me back to New York’s five boroughs when my sweat mixed with the sweetness of the spectators cheering on all the runners. As I turned over the package, I came across this message: “We believe your best self begins when you decide to do one better – whether that’s running a little farther, laughing a little louder, or snacking a little healthier.”
“Hmm! How did these cunning marketing people know that I wished to run a little farther?” I asked myself, feeling a little stronger and well-nourished.
My answer: the same way the flight attendant knew to give me two bags of popcorners with the first three words on top of the bag reading: “Do one better.”
“Hollywood is hype, New York is talk, Chicago is work.”
Actor Michael Douglas
Chicago marathon is a big deal for the windy city and the spectators were cheering for us despite the rain. The approximate number of spectators: more than 1.5 million.
Although Chicago marathon was my sixth marathon that I ran in the last three years since I became a runner, this was my first world marathon and I could only guess what to expect from it before I toed the start line on October 7th, 2018. Some things about Chicago marathon were pretty clear to me just by reading the official program and information on the website. For instance, I learned that the Chicago marathon uses 1.1 million Gatorade cups on race day and 1.3 million water cups. I also learned that the warmest race day was 89 degrees, coldest race was 21 degrees F, and the last time it snowed during the marathon was in 1993.
My goal was to try to break 3:30:59, which I had accomplished at Mountains 2 Beach Marathon held in Ventura, Southern California on May 27th this year. I put in the work, but I also had to ask my coach to redo my schedule in September, as my left calf muscle was constantly aggravated by all the mileage and long runs. Everybody told me how much they loved the flat and fast course at Chicago, but I had my doubts , since running on flat terrain is not my cup of tea. My neighborhood is surrounded by hills and I love the energy and bounce that I experience when running up and down the hills, but I tried to believe in the flat course.
BEFORE THE MARATHON – WALKING AND EXPLORING CHICAGO
Besides running my first world marathon, I was excited to travel with my awesome friend and best training partner Andrea Brizendine. We were going to stay with my good Romanian friends Magdalena and her wonderful family, which was another highlight of my trip. The Friday before our marathon was a little rainy and our plan was to go to the Expo to pick up our racing numbers and soak in the atmosphere of a world marathon, as well as explore Chicago. At the Expo, there were lines everywhere, but especially at the Nike store, where everyone wanted to buy the official merchandise, since Nike was the sponsor. Even trying to take pictures with iconic signs meant standing in long lines, but we were excited to be surrounded by runners from all over the world who had to travel so much farther that us. The energy flowed in waves through the large room filled with merchandise, vendors’ booths, and big Chicago marathon signs, which added to our excitement, emotions, and gratitude of having qualified and running a world marathon.
Our picture at the Expo right before entering the huge room, where we needed to pick up all our marathon goodies.
Wearing the Chicago marathon T-shirt at the Expo.
Around noon time, we made it to the Art Institute of Chicago located in Grant Park, which was also the start of our marathon. We loved exploring the museum and enjoyed the exquisite art exhibit.
Fiberglass dog statues like this one in Grant Park close to the start line are part of the campaign to pay tribute to the canine unit, honor fallen Chicago Police officers.
Andrea and I loved walking around Chicago and relished the unique and diverse architecture, as well as the Chicago River. By the end of the day on Friday, we had walked 10 miles, so we knew we had to stay off our feet on Saturday, the day before our marathon.
On Saturday, we had to say good bye to my wonderful friend Magdalena and her family, but not before they took us to Benedict’s, a neighborhood restaurant where everyone is familiar, as the advertising says. The warm family atmosphere, the fresh food, and the attention to details made our breakfast together special. I also had the best vegan Quinoa pancakes and gobbled up all three of them, since I needed my carbs for the next day’s marathon.
With my wonderful friend Magdalena the day before our marathon. Staying at her house was quite special and we felt at home.
We spent the rest of our Saturday taking the architectural river cruise, walking by the river, and learning about the unique and eclectic Chicago architecture. In the evening, we got our marathon clothes ready and we both created flat Carmen and flat Andrea, which is something we runners do, as we prepare our marathon clothes, shoes, gels, race number, etc. We also did our carb loading at the hotel’s restaurant and admired Chicago at night with its twinkling lights spreading shear magic across the Chicago River. The many bridges arched their backs across the water and filled my soul with infinite dreams. They also made me think of the transcendence nature of each bridge and how they connect us to the other side of what’s truly possible when we believe and put in the work. I felt peaceful and not nervous about the next day’s marathon, but I did not feel any strong vibes about my race, which meant surrendering to race day with the ever-changing weather prognosis that constantly turned rain to sun and sun to rain. We also got to talk to our wonderful coach Robert Ressl-Moyer who called my cell phone to wish both of us good luck and go over some strategy with us, such as tucking in behind other runners to shield ourselves from the rain and wind. We both found out that this was not easy to do on the course, but that’s what racing a world marathon means: adjusting and learning.
Chicago at night as viewed from our Holiday Inn newer hotel right by the water.
RACE DAY – SIXTH MARATHON AND FIRST WORLD MARATHON
Although Andrea and I had a large room with two spacious queen beds, we did not sleep very long or well, but we woke up ready to greet the cloudy, overcast marathon day that had a new weather forecast for us: rainy and temperatures in the low 60s. We both decided to call a Lyft due to the rain and not wanting to walk in the dark, even though our hotel was only 1.2 miles away from the start line. The Lyft took about 10 minutes to get to our hotel. Runners filled the hallways and the elevators. Most of them had their luggage ready and some had their children with them. We had decided to hold the hotel hostage, so to speak – ha!ha! and planned to return to our rooms right after the marathon to take our showers. Our Lyft driver was very nice and dropped us off right in front of Grant Park, where Police cars roamed around to direct traffic and oversee the security of the marathon and its participants.
Andrea and I before the race while waiting in long lines for the bathroom. It was raining lightly and it was overcast, but the temperature was in the low 60s, so not too bad.
At the start of the Chicago marathon before checking out my bag.
Andrea and I were both in the same coral, but had to walk/run all the way to the Buckingham Fountains to check in our marathon bags with our jackets and other things that we needed at the finish line. While Andrea was in line for the bathroom, I went to check in our marathon bags, after which I texted her to go to our coral, as it was getting close to 7:20 a.m., when we had to be in our coral before the marathon started. I ran for about half a mile to make it on time and to position myself to start with the 3:35 pacer group. Andrea and I were separated, but we knew we would find each other either on the course or at the finish line, since we both had different racing goals.
THE MARATHON, THE RAIN, THE CROWDS, AND THE ANGRY CALF MUSCLE
Before I had time to fully prepare, I started to run. The marathon had begun and I already had the sensation that I had to go the bathroom, but luckily, it was just a false alarm. I kept the pacers in front of me, as I tried to stick to my plan of running slower at about 7:55 pace for the first three miles. I held myself back as much as possible and in less than two miles I lost the 3:25 pacing group from sight. The crowds were cheering and braving the rain with colorful and large umbrellas. As I ran and came close to the white lines on the road, I had immediately realized that they were slippery and that I had to stay away from them by all means.
As soon as I hit my 5K time, I felt a little bit behind with my gross marathon time, but also knew that the clock was not accurate based on our start time. However, I also realized that my GPS watch was quite inaccurate, as many runner friends had warned me. At one point before I even hit six miles, my watch was showing that I was running a 5:40 pace mile, which happened to my friend Andrea as well. I panicked a little bit, after which I had decided to relax and feel the pace, while watching my feet and paying attention to the aid stations to get my water cup and avoid slipping and falling.
With over 45,000 runners and approximately 1,700,000 million spectators, the course at Chicago marathon was flat and varied, as we ran through 29 neighborhoods. I looked around me, trying to recognize various parks, such as Lincoln Park, where I visited their free zoo exactly 11 years ago, when I first visited Chicago with a friend of mine. The crowds were ecstatic and cheering loudly for us. I tried to smile as much as possible, while trying to run under 8 minute pace per mile, but I had a few miles that were 8:10 minute miles and was not quite feeling this race. Yet, I kept on smiling and telling myself that I always get a second wind and that during my second half of the race, I should be able to pick up my pace. Well, it didn’t quite happen that way, but let’s keep moving on through the half marathon point, where the rain started to come down a little harder and I encountered some wind – nothing too drastic.
Amidst the spectators cheering for various runners from Mexico, Italy, Japan, Germany, and so on, I could not find the pace I needed, but I stayed optimistic and kept running and splashing through the puddles, or trying not to. Around mile 14, my left calf started to tense up and hurt me. I had run on a tight calf muscle for the whole summer during my Chicago marathon training cycle, and although I took my homeopathic cramping pills and I had put a special muscle cream the morning of the marathon, the pain and struggle were real. I slowed down my pace and hoped that the pain would leave my body, but it continued to bother me, after which both my gluteal muscles started to hurt and be painful.
By the time I reached Chinatown, my pace was in the mid 9s, which was definitely not what I wanted, but I had to honor my body and the fact that I did not want to get injured, since I had to run my second world marathon, New York City, which is so hard to qualify for. As soon as I hit miles 20-21, I felt relieved knowing that it would be over soon. The energy of the crowds in China Town was inspiring and invigorating. I started to cry with joy and relief that my father was there with me in spirit. The sign “Welcome to China Town” gave me the reassurance that I would finish this marathon with a little bit of a struggle, no PR (personal record), but with a heart full of gratitude for being able to run with joy and love for my father who was always proud of me and had taught me to never quit and keep on going. The Biofreeze area was on the side and I was sure tempted to make a quick stop like other runners and get a little bit of pain relief from their quick spraying, but I wanted to keep on running, as I was still hoping to qualify for 2020 Boston marathon based on the new faster time, which needed to be 3:50.
The last six miles of the race were not memorable in terms of the surroundings, but for some reason, I managed to stay steady and run at around 9:15 pace, or a little faster. The rain had stopped, but the roads were still slick and I could feel the hat and clothes sticking on me and keeping me cool. As soon as I saw the tall skyscrapers and the crowds cheering even louder, I knew that I was getting close to the finish line, so I focused on my form and ran over the last hill that had 400 meter sign next to it at a decent pace. By now, I could hear the crowds and knew that the finish was in sight. In most of my past races, I had been able to finish with a strong sprint, but that day, my body gave me just a little faster pace and no sprint. I crossed the finish line in 3:49:35 just enough to qualify for Boston. I could tell that my body was exhausted from all the pushing and coaxing I did, so I walked slowly towards the volunteers with the marathon finisher ponchos they were handing out and got mine.
At the finish line before getting my finisher’s medal.
Trying to smile through the pain and rain. I was grateful for another finish and the fact that unlike other runners who had issues, I did not have to stop or walk. I still ran a decent race.
Within just a few minutes, my friend Andrea had appeared next to me after finishing a strong race with a 3:45:06 time, which made me very happy, knowing that her body stayed strong, after she had come back from injury. We hugged and celebrated. She saw that I could barely walk and that I looked a little lost, She told me to wait for her while she would get our bags from the check-in area. I needed to go to use the bathroom right away, after which I grabbed the special Goose Island beer they had for us and chugged it all down. I was drained, drenched from the rain and I was thirsty and hungry. Andrea also told me that as I took off my wet hat, my hair was a mess sticking out in all directions, as if I had little antennae, but I did not care about my hair at that moment. I hoped my calf muscle would recover and we both wanted to get to our hotel, to take our shower, and check out.
The roads were blocked, as many runners were still out on the course, so we started to walk to our hotel. Andrea felt much better after the race, so she was walking fast, whereas I could barely drag my feet. We made it to the hotel and I sure felt better after taking a hot shower and changing into dry and warm clothes. The hotel receptionist was nice to us, even though we checked out at 2:45 p.m.
What an adventure my first world marathon was and here are the 10 lessons I learned:
World marathons are unique, large, and unpredictable, because the logistics are more complex than smaller marathons.
Don’t despair if you don’t hit a personal best time at a world marathon and have a back-up plan for a smaller marathon, as running with thousands of people is fun and scary at the same time.
My friend Andrea loves to strength train and due to an injury, she had to run less miles, did no GMP training runs, and she did only a few longer runs, but not your typical five-six 20 and 22 milers. Thus, running more is not always better, but making sure you do specific strength training, which for me it is for my gluteal muscles, at least twice a week, is paramount to having a strong marathon and a happier body at the finish. Less is more sometimes, even though running more miles gets us better prepared for marathons, but not if it means having no time to devote to strength training the body to last the entire 26.2 miles.
Prepare for the goal you want to hit in the race during training, but also let the day of the race tell you how to run and whether plan A for the race is feasible, or whether you need to go to plan B, or even plan C.
Soak in the crowds and the surroundings to enjoy your special world marathon.
Smile big and run with JOY and GRATITUDE, as runners from all over the world had to work hard to qualify for a world marathon race and know that you already are making your country, your town, your family/friends, and your coach proud.
Be prepared to wait in long lines, so arrive early to navigate the crowds and check in your bags if you have any, or you will be like a runner I saw on the course running with his marathon bag on his shoulders.
Follow the blue line, which is the line drawn on the ground used to measure the course to avoid running extra. My friend Andrea did this, as she heard some runners talk about it, whereas I kept my eyes ahead to see if the runners were making a left or a right. I did not add too much to my marathon distance, but I had to stay focused and run the tangents.
Announce yourself when picking up the water cup, as it tends to be crowded and runners can trip over each other. Also watch your steps, as there are cups on the ground and it is slippery, especially on a rainy day.
And last, but not least don’t forget to cherish your finish no matter of the time and to celebrate with beer to replenish those muscles with good carbs and some B vitamins.
My pictures during the race and the plaque of my first World marathon. My goal is to run all six world marathon and to get a plaque and the big six star medal for all. Happy feet!
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