The Presidio 10-Miler
|(Grand Marshall Nancy Hobbs gives us some tips)|
|(And we're off!)|
|(Heading up into the hills)|
|(Circling past the barracks)|
|(Jeffrey Peterson flies through the fog)|
|(All smiles on the downhill)|
|(Bryan Ellis and I work together over the bridge)|
|(Yup, that's a hill)|
|(Steep stairs to get under the bridge)|
I got a great view of the Miwok 100k course, sending good karma to the runners who would be traipsing through those hills in just a few weeks. We instead headed down the stairs at the end of the bridge and quickly came back on the other side. Triathlete Bryan Ellis set a great pace for us up and over the bridge again, and I took the lead just in time to run against the tide of the 10k runners heading up their first climb. We had a couple of close calls with iPod-wearing runners deep in trance, but soon broke free to run along Crissy Field (mile 7.5). I had one more gear left, so I put my head down and laid down some 5:30 min/miles in hopes to catch the guy in front of me.
|(Running along Crissy Field)|
|(Winner Jeffrey and family)|
|(Picking up the Masters Award)|
2011 Boston Marathon
The weather looked ideal this year, with a cool start and a tailwind forecast for most of it. This was to be my 7th Boston, and like most years, I was hear to enjoy it, run with friends, drink a few beers, and not be too concerned about my time. I got six hours sleep, which may sound like a little, but since Baby Quinn wasn't there to wake up every 2-3 hours, I felt more rested than I had in weeks!
I texted Kristin Armstrong to meet up in the corrals, only to realize she didn't have her phone with her. Oops. How to find her in this see of lycra and running skirts?!? I kept an eye out for her, but when the 5-minute warning call came for the last wave, I had to figure out how to find them. Option 1 - Run at the front of the wave with my phone, and after the 10k split look up Kik's time for the 5k split and try and find her. Option 2 - start at the back of the pack, and slowly work my way up. Ugh...let's go with Option 1.
|(The sea of Lycra!)|
|(Nobody in front of us!)|
|(Elbow room, elbow room!)|
|(Getting their folk on)|
|(M75, going strong!)|
|(Wellesley girls share the love)|
|(Hey, a German major!)|
|(Batman gettin' it done)|
|(Joe rocks his 26th Boston)|
|(Next time you bitch about the hills, think of this guy)|
|(Grabbing a beer at Heartbreak!)|
|(the full mask flag)|
The pace was casual (much in thanks to that beer) and I smiled through the miles bathed in memories of Bostons past. I have a lot of history in this historic race, and each course monument seems like a page in a yearbook. It just gets better every year!
I got my kisses from the Wellesley Girls (mile 11), and met some great characters along the way. The miles went by quickly, and we were soon up and over Heartbreak Hill, past Boston College (where I got another beer), and in the home stretch. The folks around me said they were on 3:45-3:55 pace, so I kept an eye out for Kik and Paige. I finally saw them right at the finish line, just seconds ahead of my 3:50 finish. Ha! I had just missed them. That's okay - I was in time for post-race brews, despite the fact I was already buzzed.
|(The Army helps along a bonking runner)|
|(Finally caught them! Paige Alam, Kristin Armstrong, me, and Jamie Allison)|
|(Post-race debrief over cocktails)|
Such a crazy weekend! I'm exhausted, but thrilled to have fit it all in.