Boston Marathon Race Report

535982_10151534449415454_644290453_23762606_1397576803_nIt’s been hard to find the words to adequately describe the experience running Boston, my 10th marathon. It’s even difficult to answer when people ask about it in person. It was equally the most challenging, thrilling, exhausting and rewarding thing I have ever done and I would not change one single thing – not even the weather (incase you haven’t heard, it was hot!). We’ve come away with a good story to tell and memories that will last a lifetime.

We had been receiving weather advisories from the B.A.A. all weekend long and one last peak at the forecast confirmed that the predictions were correct: we were in for a scorcher. All along we had planned to run for the experience rather than any goal time, so the conditions only reinforced that decision. I’m sure everyone heard about the deferral option, but we did not consider that even for a second. It was going to be a tough day out there, but we were here to run Boston and nothing was going to stop us.

Untitled5 Untitled21“Marathon Monday” – April 16, 2012 


We set our alarm for 5:30. I had slept pretty well and felt rested and ready to get this show on the road. I had breakfast # 1 in bed and surprisingly, my nerves allowed me to get it all down.


We suited up and headed downstairs at 6:30. We didn’t end up needing half of the throw-away gear we had brought, but packed an extra (light) layer, something to sit on, plenty of fluids and breakfast # 2+3.

538577_10151534496755454_644290453_23762855_423161045_nThere was a different vibe in the hotel that morning – you knew that everyone else who was up and about was either off to the race or seeing their loved ones off. The adrenaline was pumping, but there was also an odd sense of calm. There wasn’t a lot of chatter being exchanged, just a discreet nod or grin to say “Good luck” and “Here goes nothing.” Of course, meeting up with our gang was a different story. We were pretty much giddy and buzzing with excitement. I really couldn’t believe the day was here.


It was about a 15 leisurely minute walk for us to the far side of Boston Common to meet the buses, with a couple of stops for Starbucks, port-o-potties (2x for me, nerves kicking in) and photos along the way.


We were blown away by the lines winding all over the park. For a brief moment I panicked, wondering how on earth we would ever make it on to a bus to get to Hopkinton. I calmed down with a bit of re-assurance that we were all in the same boat and had plenty of time. It was actually amazing to see how quickly the line(s) moved.

380188_10151534497580454_644290453_23762865_477267158_n 535976_10151534497385454_644290453_23762862_1885633948_nWe watched as the sea of runners were gradually ushered on to buses, volunteers raised their flags when they were full, and a convoy of dozens upon dozens of buses pulled away in one long, seamless line. An instant later, empty buses pulled right up. What an efficient system! I think we only waited about 20 minutes to board our bus, which was mind-blowing considering the amount of people there.

522803_10151534499590454_1423113610_nWe were first on our bus so we snagged seats at the front. I felt like a kid on my way to my first day of kindergarten! We had been warned over and over that the ride is long, especially if traffic gets backed up towards Hopkinton. I was careful not to drink too much as we waited for fear of needing the use the washroom, but the fear of dehydration later on was worse so I sipped water slowly all along.

319788_10151534501995454_644290453_23762888_585223586_nThe trip was pretty smooth with the exception of a slight back-up on the freeway. We ate our next breakfast and watched the road signs, getting excited as we started seeing the names of the famous boroughs.

318186_10151534500320454_644290453_23762882_207703457_nBefore we knew it, we were pulling up to Athlete’s Village and piling off the bus. I think it was 8:30 or so when we arrived.

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It was incredible walking into Athlete’s Village and finding a sea of runners sprawled out all over the grass, seeking out whatever shade they could find. We were glad to see that the port-o-potty lines weren’t very long at all, and we snagged an open spot in the shade under one of the big tents.

536851_10151534503770454_644290453_23762902_1091417856_n 75198_10150674694121898_560021897_10020398_913787359_nAfter one potty stop, we settled in for a bit and began slathering on several layers of Body Glide and sunscreen, while munching on breakfast # 3 and continuing to hydrate. I feel like I did not stop eating all morning, but I knew it would be crucial for the late race start. It was already very warm and certainly not the typical pre-race scene where people are bundled up and huddled together for warmth.

399081_10150674694451898_560021897_10020402_1079226921_nAt this point they had only called the Wave 1 runners, but we were getting very restless sitting around and couldn’t seem to relax. After another potty stop, those of us in Wave 2 decided to start making our way toward the baggage buses and then to the start line. There were people everywhere, but we never felt overwhelmed by the crowds and the entire process was very easy.

575783_10151534522905454_644290453_23763010_2113924277_n 719390-7526-0044sThere were plenty of port-o-potties outside of Athlete’s Village as well with minimal lines, so we made one last stop. After that we found the appropriate buses to drop off our check bags and then joined the flow of traffic heading toward the start. The sun was high in the school, there was no shelter and we really noticed was how hot it was. This was a reality check for what we would be in for – we were already sweating just from a slow ~1 mile walk.

536039_10151534523140454_644290453_23763013_638194894_nThere was a station set up along the side with markers so Nicole and I took advantage to write our names down our arms (and “CANADA” on the opposite arm).

533172_10151534523890454_644290453_23763018_710975703_nWe hit the corrals before long and slipped into ours easily with plenty of space; I had expected it to be quite a bit more crowded. I think we were there about 10 minutes before Wave 2 was set to take off.

535743_10151534523685454_644290453_23763016_141363191_nWe fired up our watches, exchanged some last minute good lucks and took a minute to soak it in. This was it – we were lined up to start the BOSTON MARATHON! I think one of us said, “Well we made it!” Or maybe I just said it in my head? Anyway, it felt like a huge victory to have gotten to the starting line and I was ready to pour my heart into it all the way to the finish.

74734_10151534524135454_644290453_23763020_1950254674_nTime to run!

580340_10151534524400454_644290453_23763023_1560372498_nI had expected a slow and congested start, but found that we had space pretty quickly. It was hard not getting swept up in the crowd since we were clearly running slower than most people around us. We reeled it in and tried to hold back on the downhills without hitting the brakes too hard, running along right around my typical long run pace. I knew that discipline through the early miles is what would save me later on, and hubs was a good sport considering this pace probably felt like slow motion.

548556_10151534525635454_644290453_23763033_1008532597_nI settled in, continued drinking a ton of water, took in the sights all around us, sweated like crazy and tried not to think too much about the many miles that lay ahead. I was determined to enjoy myself, but it was definitely daunting to think of how far we had yet to go in this heat, and it was only getting hotter.

We both noticed that this first part of the race was a lot more hilly than we expected. Everyone always talks about the downhill start, but there were non-stop rollers. We cruised up and down, in awe at the long snake of runners ahead of (and hehind) us.

562867_10151534525435454_644290453_23763032_652090492_nIt started off relatively quiet save for the pounding of thousands of feet, but we soon made our way into the first “town” area where spectators were out in full force, and it never let up for the remainder of the route. I could not believe the number of people out lining the road so early on.

548319_10151534524850454_644290453_23763027_390931935_nIt was fun to recognize all of the neighbourhood names that I’ve been hearing about for years, and it seemed like each one wanted to outdo the others with the amount of people that came out and how much noise they could make. There were people screaming, signs everywhere, music blasting and everything you can imagine being handed out by the locals – water, sports drinks, ice, freezies, candy, lube, tissues, damp paper towel (saved the day to get sun screen out of my eyes), beer… the list goes on.

575650_10151534529240454_644290453_23763062_962422685_nI was carrying my 20oz handheld and needed to refill it at every second water station. Whenever possible, I tried to refill from the jugs which was faster and also meant colder water. I took gatorade occasionally, although it was often too warm and syrupy to get much down. I gu’d every 7-8K and also took a salt pill at the start and every 10K.

Mentally, I was tackling the distance 5K at a time. I looked forward to hitting every 5K milestone, knowing that we would cross the timing mats and everyone at home would get an update. It was uplifting to know how many people were watching and rooting us on.

563125_10151534526085454_644290453_23763037_203291686_nI was looking forward to Wellesley and the infamous “scream tunnel”, which did not disappoint. As promised, we could hear them long before we saw them and the girls were going nuts. This was exactly as I had imagined it. Although I encouraged hubs to go ahead and steal a kiss, he declined. (It’s probably more fun without permission…)

380616_10151534527385454_644290453_23763045_1388897204_n-225x300 72946_10151534526700454_644290453_23763040_75714873_n-225x300 577908_10150674697486898_560021897_10020434_1237621946_n-216x300 560342_10151534527125454_644290453_23763043_1387212662_n-225x300Not long after that, we were officially half way there! (1:58:41 split) We were running pretty consistently for the first half with our 5K splits all within about a minute. I was sweating like crazy and hotter than I could ever remember feeling, but my legs were doing good.

575184_10151534528075454_644290453_23763051_151957198_n-300x225The hose/sprinkler/fire hydrant/misting stations had started early and we took advantage of every single one. It was hilarious to watch hoards of runners darting from one side of the road to the next for an instant of cold, refreshing spray but it was so worth it! For a moment, I would feel completely cooled off and refreshed – unfortunately, each time it would be short lived. I was so grateful to everyone who was out there doing what they could to help us endure the grueling heat and sun. One guy was even dunking sponges in a bucket of water and squished it on my head and back as I ran by. Amazing!! Of course, our clothes were heavy and sopping wet and our toes were squishing in our shoes from splashing through puddles all over the road, but that didn’t bother me one bit. (Miraculously, my toes survived the race free of blisters!)


719418-2098-0038s We made our way to Newton and I knew the real hills would be starting soon. People were walking and stopping all over the place and it became very clear that the heat was taking a toll on many. We started noticing more and more people filling the medical tents or getting assistance at the side of the road. I was definitely tired and drained, but it made me realize that I was in pretty good shape. We had a long way to go, but we were upright and still happy.

529964_10151534528590454_644290453_23763056_2017461810_nThere were electronic sign boards all over the course reading “SLOW DOWN!” and “WALK!” Definitely not your usual motivational peppy words of advice. It was almost comical. I wish I had taken a photo!

529916_10151534527530454_644290453_23763046_2134302815_nA lot of our runing buddies has been telling us that the hills would be no big deal compared to the ones we train on, and that we would be up the last one without even realizing it. Yeah… not so much! One in particular seemed to go on and on and I was convinced in was Heartbreak, only to hit another one shortly after. Turns out that wasn’t Heartbreak either! Ha! We joked afterwards that we had run up Heartbreak Hill three times. I silently gave myself permission to walk at the top of each one, but I managed to keep running.

By the time we reached mile 21 and had made it up all the hills, my legs were just about toast. I felt so physically drained by the heat and sun that it took everything just to keep moving. I was also feeling a “ceasing” sensation all the way down my left side which made me extremely nervous that my whole leg was going to cramp up on me. Hubs had noticed that I was no longer talking but we plugged along. He was often running a few paces ahead of me, which helped me to keep moving. It’s like he knew that running beside me would give me permission to slow down. (It would have!) 🙂

We did slow, but not dramatically. (For comparison, our fastest 5K was 27:33 and our slowest was 30:44.) Hubs was taking really good care of me, asking what I needed and grabbing treats like ice and licorice from spectators for me. I continued cooling off in the hoses (etc.) whenever I could and shoved handfuls of ice down my top at every opportunity. One time I heard a guy on the sidelines yell out, “I saw that!” and I gave him a big grin and a thumbs-up. (Hubs asked me later if I had given him the finger, LOL)

The crowds were thicker and louder (and started smelling more like beer…) as we continued on. It had cleared out enough for more people to read my arm and I heard my name or “Oh Canada!” called out often. It’s amazing what a boost it was to have a perfect stranger cheering me on. The crowd interaction was truly incredible. I found that people would make an effort to get my attention, locking eyes and making me feel like I was the only runner out there, saying “YOU’VE got this. YOU are doing amazing. YOU are almost there.” They really made me believe it and while I wanted to scream “HELL YEAH” I could usually only manage a nod, a smile or a thumbs up.

563747_10151534529140454_644290453_23763061_664589569_n-225x300Hubs was suffering at this point too, for a different reason. He wasn’t tired, but his feet were sore from being out there for so long. This was the longest he had ever run time-wise (except Disney 2010) and his body was not too happy. He was a trooper and hung in there, urging me on without complaining. Luckily he knew better and only told me later how much the pace was killing him. We stuck it out together and counted down the miles one at a time.

All along I managed not to walk except briefly at the water stations. It was so tempting to stop and I battled the desire constantly, but starting to run again was more difficult each time so I knew it was not a good idea. Just keep running…

398887_10151534525865454_644290453_23763036_873492365_n-225x300As we neared 40K, I recognized Nicole up ahead. Part of me was disappointed because it meant that her race had not gone according to plan/goal, but I was also happy to see her. We caught up and scooped her up with us. I think she was relieved to find some familiar faces as well. We rallied together and swapped war stories for a minute, but soon became silent again because talking required way too much effort.

575378_10151534529510454_644290453_23763064_391925297_n-225x300Mercifully, we soon spotted the Citgo sign up in the distance. One mile to go from that sign. I got choked up when I saw Mile 25.

582091_10151534529735454_644290453_23763066_2082156410_n1-245x300Hubs darted ahead to snap a photo of us plugging along.

582575_10151534530000454_644290453_23763068_1938853918_nIn my head I had started chanting “Right on Hereford, Left on Boylston” over and over. I knew we were close – SO close – but it was starting to feel like we may never get there.

But then we turned, and turned once more. And there it was.

We still had several hundred metres to go, but I couldn’t believe we were really there. People were layered deep all along both sides of the road cheering like it was their job. I remembered watching the finish three years ago when my friend P ran her first Boston, wondering if I would ever have a shot at this. It felt pretty freaking amazing being on the opposite side of those barricades this time. I tried hard to stay in the moment. I tried even harder to enjoy it no matter how agonizing the last hour or so had been. We made it.
We clasped hands and crossed that finish line together. Our first Boston – check!
What a relief. I honestly thought I would cry, especially after all of the emotional moments I had already experienced, but I think I was just too spent and slightly in shock that we had finished. Instead I just hugged hubs, hugged Nicole and relished in the fact that I could finally stop running.
Of course, we still had a long way to walk. We were all hurting pretty good and it was a slow hobble to reach the water, foil blankets (which suffocated me but I wanted to keep as a souvenir), MEDALS (!!!) and food. I picked a nice older lady to place my medal around my neck and she asked me “How many?” A sob caught in my throat when I answered “Number 1!”
By the time we reached the baggage buses, hubs was not feeling good at all. We stopped a few times for him to sit down, but I couldn’t make him eat or drink and he really needed to get out of the heat. It was a maze getting through the barricades and although our hotel was so close, we had to walk around the long way.
We eventually made it and were greeted with an eruption of applause from all of the hotel staff, which was completely awesome! They were handing us cold beers as well, but we declined and headed for our room. Hubs was sick to his stomach, but I got him into a cool shower and then into bed. By the time I had soaked in a cold bath, he was feeling better and able to eat and drink a bit.
It was amazing to log in to FB and find nearly 100 notifications from everyone who had been following along. I spent a good half an hour sitting in bed, drinking a fountain coke from the hotel bar (BEST THING EVER) and catching up on everyone’s messages. I could not possibly have been happier.
Time Split Pace
5K 0:27:33 0:27:33 8:52/mi
10K 0:55:59 0:28:26 9:09/mi
15K 1:24:06 0:28:07 9:03/mi
20K 1:52:33 0:28:27 9:10/mi
Half 1:58:41 0:06:08 8:59/mi
25K 2:20:43 0:22:02 9:06/mi
30K 2:50:16 0:29:33 9:31/mi
35K 3:21:00 0:30:44 9:54/mi
40K 3:51:38 0:30:38 9:52/mi
Finish 4:03:49 0:12:11 8:56/mi

We did it! And I wouldn’t change one single thing.



74 thoughts on “Boston Marathon Race Report

  1. bruuuutal. but congrats! i’m sure you knew all along how the slower pace was ‘hurting’ maurk, but it was still nice that he didn’t complain about it. 🙂 i am with you – i wouldn’t have deferred either. i’m glad you were able to make the most of it. maybe even enjoyed it more/soaked it all in more by having the heat force you to go slower – i feel like you would have tried to not go quite as slow had it been a little cooler. i know how you are maurlene… 😉

  2. Congratulations!! I think I would have gone slower too because of the heat, but also so soak up everything about the race. Seems like it is a once in a lifetime (maybe 2-3x for some) experience!

  3. thank you so much for writing this! I have been injured for what seems like forever, and reading your report reminded me of what is so wonderful about running. You got me all choked up at my desk!! Congratulations, wear that medal with pride, you earned it!

  4. Oh I’m tears! I love your race reports and this was no different. I’m so thrilled for you guys that you got to experience this after all the years of effort.

    Any desire to try for all the top 5?

  5. That heat was ridiculous. I’m glad Mark was only slightly ill and was able to recover quickly!

    Congratulations Marlene – I’m so glad this was as wonderful an experience as you were hoping for.

  6. This was just spectacular to read and share along with you, Marlene. Yes, not the best conditions, BY FAR, but you overcame and now you have the memories and war stories. Can totally relate to the weirdness of a foil blanket when the temps are sizzling. I have my Chi one as a souvenir too. Ha!

  7. YAY!!
    How amazing, to have your husband there all along the way (I especially like that he “took care of you”) to share in every moment. What wonderful memories you will have for years to come (and to reflect on at future Boston’s!!) So nice, too, that you got to “take care of him” after the race 😉
    Congrats on a great race!!
    p.s. How did your camera not get SOAKED from all of the water/sprinklers/ice buckets along the way?!

  8. aw!!! so fun to relive it again through you! you guys did great and i can only imagine how horrible the finish chute felt being crowded in that heat. you’re so stuck in there, i probably would have freaked out. congrats to both of you!

  9. What a great race report and love your photos! Your experience mirrors so much of mine (a lot of people I think). You guys did great and you have an awesome finish line photo to show! I got a photo of the heat warning signs…not great but you can clip a copy if you like. Congrats again! What a day and definitely an experience to remember.

  10. So fantastic Marlene. And you know what makes your report my favorite? The fact that you wouldn’t change a thing about it. I love this and feel similar. It was brutal/awful, but wonderful, too. And I’m looking at your 1/2 split and thinking what a smart race you ran. Mine was 1:53 and I completely fell apart in the second 1/2–my one regret is not starting more conservatively so that I wouldn’t have felt quite so crappy in the last 1/3 of the race!

  11. Reading your recap was awesome, and I totally relived my experience! It sounds like you ran a really smart race. I had to walk a lot on the second half but just kept telling myself, make forward progress, always forward progress! It was such an experience! So glad your feet are OK. Mine are not. I totally cried too when I got my medal! Congrats!

  12. I almost think it’s a marathon it itself to get your medal, mylar blanket and sweat bag after you actually cross the finish line in Boston. I guess they gotta spread it so far apart with all the people but geez that takes a long time…and the first year I did it, it was freezing and I just couldn’t stop shivering. I know, complete opposite of what you guys endured. Ha.

    You guys are my hero! Truly, what a remarkable experience. Well done! 🙂

  13. Funny how I never cry when I cross the finish line but I was brought to tears by reading how you and hubby crossed at Boston! What a great recap! Having just suffered with the heat myself, I could really feel the effort it took to keep pushing through towards that goal; your first Boston together!!
    Congratulations to you both. So many great memories.

  14. OMG I got goosebumps reading this. Such an amazing time you two had! I love that you finished together – I ran a race with a friend once and it was super hot and I stayed with her the whole race and it was so tough on my legs but so worth it! Congrats again – hope recovery is going well and Mark is feeling back to 100%. I know the sick feeling after a race too well – no fun.

  15. Congrats!!! You are amazing and ran such a great race considering the conditions! I love that you and your hubby held hands as you crossed the finish line together.

  16. awesome recap! geez, that looks like one, hot journey but totally worth every second! ya’ll look so happy and confident in all the photos! SO great to see! such motivation…so thanks for the recap! glad yall did well!

  17. oh my, i am WEEPY reading this! especially when the lady asked you ‘how many’ and you choked up saying ‘number one!’. so proud of you. what you have accomplished is amazing and inspiring. way to go.

  18. Wow!!! What a wonderful report! And man alive did you race well! Mark was such a trooper, too. Congratulations my friend, you so deserved the experience!

  19. Dude, I don’t even know you and I LITERALLY sobbed while I was reading this!! I’m so proud of you!! The picture of you and Mark crossing the finish line…and the fact that you ran together….so heart-warming. Loved this post.

  20. Thank you for letting me relive Boston through your story 🙂 It was hot and awesome and hard and rewarding all at once. My husband and I also ran together and that just made it even more fun…more special…more memorable.

    Go you!

  21. Amazing recap. It sounds like a really emotional yet rewarding race. You did it! Love the support from the crowd, it sounded like the perfect motivation to get you through such a tough race.

  22. What an outstanding report and so many great pictures. My favorite is the one of you with your medal. I especially liked reading about all the prerace stuff. You did a great job of filing in all those details I know nothing about. You were outstanding on such a horrible day weather wise. Your great attitude and Mark got you through!

  23. What an awesome race report. I’m so happy for you both! I’m new to running and I don’t feel like a real runner because I have only trained running for less than two years. But I am a wanna-be-runner. I have a big goal and it is that I will run my very first marathon at Helsinki City Marathon on 18.8.2012. I’m super scared and nervous about it. I have no idea how I’m going to handle it. I will definitely been reading this post several times before the HCM start!! It will be a good mental training for my soul =o)

  24. Well you got me crying when I saw that beautiful pic of you and hubs holding hands crossing the finish line. What a fantastic and awesome experience you had together.

    Fantastic report Marlene, I’ve read it with so much pleasure.

    Thank you for sharing your months of training and the big day with us.

  25. What a great recap and a wonderful job! I love that all BM race reports from this year have shown the email from the BAA. I also love that you ran the race smartly. I never thought about how it would feel to be out there TOO long, but good for Mark for sticking it out and good for you both for supporting each other so well. I guess when you’ve known someone for half their life its easy, eh?

    Well done, Marlene. I hope to see you at some races this year.

  26. Amazing! I got goose bumps reading that… just so exciting that you both got there together and did it! What a memorable day–congrats again!

  27. Congratulations Marlene! You and your husband ran the Boston Marathon!! It has been amazing to watch your running journey and you are so inspiring. You deserved this. Way to go!

  28. love love love it!
    you did it! soooo proud of you! that was amazing. what a great race and great recap!
    u (and ur husband) are awesome!!!!!!!!!!!
    great job
    (ps. there is a lot of exclamation marks in this post!!)

  29. wow, what a consistent, smart race you ran in such brutal conditions!! Congrats, to both you and your husband, Marlene!!! I loved your report. So glad it was everything you imagined. Love that the hotel staff hooped and hollered when you got back. So cool. The heat may have been horrible but you are now part of a HISTORIC boston marathon!! You get twice the props for finishing the boston marathon that hit almost 90 degrees! 🙂 What an amazing experience.

  30. Marlene this sounds like it was such an amazing experience. I am so proud of you both for making it there and rocking that race. I was almost in tears reading this recap because I know how much this race meant for you. I am so happy for you guys!! Congrats on BOSTON!!!! 🙂

  31. WHAT A DAY. Weather couldn’t have been any crazier, but wow – I loved reading that you caught every site, street, crowd, sign & hill that you’ve “heard about”. I thought I knew about this race, until I read through this! Hah. 🙂

    So proud of you, on so many levels. The end of any marathon is hard, but I could feel your fatigue here and can only begin to imagine the toll of that heat and hours on your feet. It’s so amazing that you two ran the whole thing together! Congrats on your first Boston, in the books!

  32. I have been waiting for a quiet moment to read your report…and I finally had one this morning. What an amazing experience, Marlene. And to share it with the hubs. (BTW – I love the race bib picture — the ribbons from your medals look like a heart.)

    So happy for you guys! Congratulations!

  33. Ahhhhh, I just got around to reading this, and I admit I got a bit misty eyed. Happy tears of course, everything about your experience is just so heartwarming! Your journey to qualifying, getting to run with Mark, just..everything. Congrats!

  34. I didn’t realise that puppy pick-up was so soon!! How exciting! I’m so in love with our little guy. You’re going to be just the same in a couple of days – wasting way too much time watching him sleep, taking him to the toilet, taking photos and videos and cuddling him. Apart from having a baby, it’s one of the best things ever.

  35. I know I am WAY late to this post, but I can’t comment on blogs at work anymore, only “read” on my reader. Anyway, so freaking proud of both of you!!! What a day! You guys were a part of history, what a story to tell the kids someday!

  36. LOVE THIS!! Hey I warned you about the hills…and hills and hills.. You got a picture of Mark with an Otter Pop!! I love that you pushed eachother, he was such a trooper it is hard to run at a different pace..

    Congrats over and over Marlene.. I know you will have a Boston #2, and #3 and as many as you want.. You are an inspiration my friend.. Go Canada!!

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  38. I am so ridiculously behind on reading blogs, I’m just now reading this. CONGRATS!! I am so freaking proud of you and happy for you. You ran a really smart race with the heat and everything. What an experience!

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