Similar story, except I was over an hour over my heat-adjusted target time.
To make it short: Opened the first three miles at my adjusted target time, HR was sky high. Decided to back off the throttle a touch, bring things in line. Cool, so we'll go for 4 hour pace. Felt great through 16. And then it happened, on the 128 bridge:
Ambulance 1 on the left, woman with oxygen bag, etc.
Guy #2, swooning on the road, and then down.
Ambulance 2 coming down with sirens ablaze.
At that point, mentally I couldn't get it back in gear. Just said to myself, "Get to the line. Ignore everything else. Just get yourself to the line."
Next couple miles I took every ice cube and sponge I could get my hands on. Asked a spectator for a can of Coke at the base of Heartbreak. Delicious.
Made it to BC, started to feel good. Mile 21 aid station had no water on the right side of the road (they were trying to re-distribute the remaining water they had in the remaining cups.) Coming down the hill to make the right onto Chestnut Hill Ave had a couple BCers cut in to try and run with a friend. Had to stop short with all pressure on my left foot/calf. Immediately seized up, hard. Spent the better part of the next 1.5 miles trying to get it out, while also fighting off the spins I was starting to get. Knew it was going to get ugly quick. At Coolidge Corner it locked up for good, as in foot glued to the ground locked up. Spent the next 20 minutes at that med station getting the blood flow back, getting the knot out. Naturally, I could run the last couple miles without fail. "Just get to the line."
Incredibly proud and amazingly disappointed. But I can only control that which I could control, which was me getting from Hopkinton to Boston on April 16th, 2012 as fast as I could. Looking at a lot of times, and it looks like a LOT of people added 45-50 minutes on the back half, so I don't feel as bad saying that I was in that crowd, too.
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