If I had to choose one word to describe the hilly Boston Prep 16:
RELENTLESS.

Mom and Me, before the race
All the runners gathered in the cafeteria at the Derry Village School. This is where we met Chris, the principal at the school where Mom teaches. We all walked to the starting line together, and Chris and I discovered that we had similar goals, so we stuck together to start out.

Chris and Me, at the start
We chomped on some Sport Beans while waiting for the gun, which was delayed about 10 minutes – just enough time for Pokey to exit training mode. Luckily I anticipated this, and had time to re-locate the satellites and re-set him before the gun went off.
mile 1 @ 8:47 – Startin’ off uphill, and weaving through the pack as Chris and I found our pace.
mile 2 @ 7:44 – Aah, a clearer field. Chatting away, this mile flew by.
mile 3 @ 7:28 – This split was a surprise for both of us. I’ll take 13 more of these!
mile 4 @ 7:45 – Okay, starting to relax and settle in. Still chatting, this is good. But I’m starting to realize I won’t be able to keep up this pace for much longer.
mile 5 @ 9:15 – I lost Chris at the foot of the first hill, which kicked my butt. I am officially scared of what’s to come…
Official 5M split – 41:08 / 8:14 avg / 285 place (overall–male and female runners)
mile 6 @ 8:38 – I would’ve enjoyed the downhill stretch if I hadn’t been fumbling with my tunes. Not smart to keep the mp3 in a tiny pocket inside the bottom-most layer, buried under two pairs of tights, and two layers of tucked-in underarmour plus the shirt on top.
mile 7 @ 8:33 – Settling back into a good pace, after that first little wake-up call.
mile 8 @ 8:26 – Whew. Halfway there…Wait a sec…that means I have to do what I just did…again?! Okay, here goes…
mile 9 @ 9:04 – With water stops only every 3 mi, I’m thirsty by the time I get to each one. If only the snowbanks weren’t so dirty, I’d grab a handful of snow to quench my thirst…
mile 10 @ 9:46 – They give you water, then as you turn a corner, wham! a VERTICAL hill — for at least a quarter-mile. I saw it and heard myself exclaim “Jesus!“ By the crest I was taking teeny stutter steps on the balls of my feet, trying to think quick turnover, quick turnover. My legs were BURNING.
At the top, the 10M official split – 1:25:20 / 8:25 avg / 353 place
mile 11 @ 10:44 – This is where the hill begins. You go up some, and it levels off, up some more, levels off…never enough “level” for recovery…
mile 12 @ 11:33 – then up even more, level, up, level. RELENTLESS. People are walking, but I am determined to RUN this race. Even though I probably could walk faster than these baby steps I’m taking.
mile 13 @ 10:04 – Past the highest point, I see Mom as I cruise downhill. She starts shouting my name, and the race official next to her starts shouting too. I’m grinning like an idiot, and I throw my arms up as I run by (her photo caught me with arms on the way down – I don’t actually run with arms out gorilla-style!)

Chris rounding that bend, 5 min before me
Just beyond Mom, there’s a water stop and a volunteer collecting cups saying “No more hills!” She was blatantly lying — I could SEE an uphill RIGHT behind her!
At the top of that was the mat to record official 13.1 splits. I remember running through it, but I don’t remember hearing a beep. Sure enough, my split is not recorded. Bummer. According to Pokey, though, I crossed it just under 2:00:00.
mile 14 @ 10:13 – My legs feel like lead, and I could not run faster if I tried. At least I’m getting a good workout…
mile 15 @ 10:10 – And at least I’m consistent. At this point I do not care. I always get excited when there’s under 2 mi left. Gosh I can’t wait to be done!
mile 16 @ 9:23 (Pokey read .9 mi in 8:30. I suspect I lost satellite connection for about .1 mi somewhere along the way – I vaguely remember where that might’ve been – there was a cell tower somewhere during the uphill – maybe during the 11:33 mi, as I can imagine taking 11:33 to run slightly more than a mile, but 11:33 seems extra slow even for how I was going. Anyway…) - There’s a downhill and I’m able to speed up. I’m vying for position with a girl in a red jacket. Then we round the last bend and oop – UPHILL to the finish. BRUTAL. I’m focused on the chalk on the ground saying GO! GO! GO! Red jacket passes me and I let her go. Then I decide I want it too. Two girls jog by in the other direction saying “It’s LITERALLY 10 feet past the turn into the parking lot.” I kick up my heels and “sprint” the rest of the way. Mom said I looked miserable, but I was giving all I had left.

Final Sprint

And Chris on the final stretch, again 5 min before me
Unofficial (Pokey) time: 15.9 mi, 2:26:40 / 9:13 avg.
Official time – 16 mi, 2:26:39 / 9:10 avg.
Place results: 459 / 707 (M & F finishers), 146 / 281 (F only), 34 / 51 (20-29 age group)

After the race
Even though I missed my goal (2:20) by a few minutes, I ran my race, and did exactly how I was going to do. Really. I cannot think of anyplace along the way where I could have physically pushed harder. My legs turned to lead, and I went with it. And I was not as far off my goal as I seriously expected to be as I watched all my 10- and 11- minute miles tick by.
I certainly learned a lot on this run, got a great workout… And definitely count it a VICTORY.
And the soup (actually, we had chili) at the end — wow, it went down good!
And now, I’m off to nurse my sore quads…on the bus back to NYC!