Wicked 'Stache Bro! (A Boston Marathon Race Report)


I must have heard "wicked 'stache bro!" a thousand times—or "killer 'stache," "love your 'stache, "Go Pre!," etc.  Which is, as my good friend Eric Senseman confirmed, The Dream.  Well, The Dream for anyone who loves mustaches.  

I grew up wanting a mustache my whole life, probably due to some combination of admiration for my mustachioed father and Prefontaine (once I started running at age 11).  I couldn't grow one until I was 23, but since then, I never go long without a 'stache gracing my upper lip.  Recently, I've let the ends grow out into a handlebar that I sometimes wax, though it curls even if I don't.  

The 'stache in question.
So why were so many people yelling about my mustache?  Oh, right!  Because I was running the Boston Marathon, whose crowds have absolutely unparalleled energy.  I've run a decent number of big city marathons including Chicago, Berlin, and Dublin, and none of those came anywhere close to the feeling of Boston.  It's a race I've wanted to run for a long time, and one which most runners (or non-runners) will ask you if you've run as soon as they find out you run marathons.  

Despite running my first marathon in Missoula in 2007 (a second place 2:52 on a bum knee), I waited until now for Boston because I wanted to be competitive.  The race has a history like no other, and I wanted to respect its competitive tradition by being ready to run a personal best when I first toed the fabled start in Hopkinton.  After last month's Napa Valley Marathon, where I ran a somewhat-slower-than-expected 2:26:15, I wasn't so sure I'd be ready for that PR.  But a couple of a solid workouts and a 5k road PR in the last 7 weeks had me feeling confident to take down my 3-year-old marathon best of 2:22:53.

Packing the important things first.
The tricky part was that I'm actually building up for a pair of ultra marathons right now, the Ice Age Trails 50 Mile on May 10 and the Cayuga Trails 50 Mile (this year's USA Trail 50 Mile Championships) on June 1.  So I didn't do any true marathon specific work in my Boston buildup (which I believe is absolutely essential to run your best), and didn't really peak/taper either.  But I've found one benefit of running ultra marathons is that I've become much better at grinding it out in a road marathon.  I just don't really seem to blow up anymore.  (Famous last words, right?  Don't worry, I'm sure I'll eat them soon...)

So it was with much excitement and anticipation I made my way to Boston this past weekend.  I knew a fair number of athletes racing, including Julbo teammates and fellow ultra runners Ian Sharman and Mike Wardian; a number of friends from my Chicago days; my former coach Dave Walters (masters runner extraordinaire, who ran a 2:43:33 at age 58!);  and two athletes I coach (unfortunately, one had some GI and cramping issues yielding a rough day; but the other knocked out a big 3-minute PR of 2:41:19!).

The finish line the day before the race.
Race morning dawned crisp and clear, and I headed to Hopkinton along with the 36,000 other runners taking part in the race.  As I made my way to the front of Corral 1 for the 10 a.m. start, the nervous energy was palpable.  I lined up about three rows deep and waited for the elite runners to come by.  (The elite athletes line up about 100 feet in front of Corral 1; they have their own staging area and don't have to line up until the last minute.)  Meb Keflezighi, Ryan Hall, and the rest of the elites arrived, and after a few announcements and the national anthem, we were off.

The Boston Marathon is a net-downhill course, and the majority of that elevation loss comes in the first several miles.  We were out quickly.  I hit a 5:19 first mile (actual gun time 5:25 due to the offset non-elite start) and tried to settle into marathon rhythm.  The noise and energy coming from the crowds was very high.  I couldn't really hear myself breath, but I saw splits of 5:21, 5:13, and 5:07 the next three miles.  Around mile 7 or 8, I realized I was actually roughly on pace for the Olympic Trials qualifying standard of 2:18:00 (5:15/mile).  But I knew that even running an even effort, this is a positive split course and that 2:18:00 wasn't in the cards just yet.  I did, however, think that a sub-2:20 might be possible.

Photo credit: Jason Dement
I found myself running solo essentially the whole race, picking guys off in front of me as they dropped one by one from a couple of loose packs.  Running from behind is a great way to run as it helps keep you engaged and focused on the moment and your current effort rather than thinking about all the miles ahead.  People cheered for "109," the number on my red bib, as I passed elite runners with yellow, two-digit bib numbers.  This difference probably made me an underdog to strangers, and who doesn't like an underdog?  But moreso, I was buoyed by the countless people cheering for the 'stache.  It gave me an instant identity to strangers, and it's nice to hear people say something positive that you know is directed specifically at you as opposed to a generic "Great job!" that could be meant for anyone.  In busy sections of the course, it was literally every few seconds that I heard some sort of 'stache comment.  The college-aged crowds especially dug it.

As I rolled into Wellesley, I encountered the well-known loudest cheering section of the course, due to the private all-girls Wellesley College.  The roar from the ladies of Wellesley was deafening, and I saw many signs to the effect of "Kiss me, I'm single! (And legal!)"  I was passing a couple of guys here, and I put in a slight surge to get ahead so I could move over to give high fives to the girls lining the course.  It was impossible not to feed off that energy.

About to enter the Newton Hills. (Photo credit: Joshua Niforatos)
I soon hit the half marathon split in 1:09:30, which is about perfect for a projected time of 2:20.  A positive split of a minute to a minute and a half is what one can expect if running evenly at Boston, due to the difficult Newton Hills from miles 16 to 21.  The packs of runners in front of me had strung out by this point, and I just kept working on whoever was next.  One runner who had been in my sights from the start was Mike Wardian.  Mike's a tough runner and a great dude who I've raced a number of times now.  I could see his pony tail and white, backwards hat bobbing about 15-30 seconds in front of me for the entire race, and he just kept on moving while everyone around him faltered.  As we moved into the Newton Hills, he finally started to come back to me just a bit.  Somewhere around the third climb, I caught him, told him to keep up the good work, and ran with him for a few minutes, appreciating someone to run with on the hills.  While I moved a bit ahead, Mike held on well for a 2:23:32 finish.

Finally catching Iron Mike in the hills. (Photo credit: Scott Mason Photography)
As I climbed Heartbreak Hill, I thought: This is such a little hill, but it sure hurts right now.  Compared to the hills one encounters in most ultras or even on my training terrain in Bloomington, Indiana, the Newton Hills are really quite benign.  But they sure don't feel that way late in a marathon, when every second counts.  Cresting that final climb, I saw my 21st mile split was a 5:51, my slowest mile of the day.  That put a dent in my time to be sure, and when I saw 1:58:16 for my aggregate time at mile 22, I knew a 2:20:XX was going to be tough.  I would need to run roughly 5:25s to the finish to dip under 2:21.

Near mile 21, maintaining surprisingly adequate form. (Photo credit: Peter Maksimow) 
I used the downhills to my advantage from mile 22 to 24, letting loose and taking the opportunity to give out some more high fives as I passed throngs of screaming 20 year olds near Boston College.  The descent in those miles is a great reprieve following the Newton Hills, but the last couple of miles of the course are basically flat and by that point, you are completely spent.  I was slowly working up to a couple of runners in front of me when I got passed for the first and only time during the race.  It was Kevin Havel, a former Illinois prep stud, who ran an incredibly impressive negative split to finish in 2:20:55.  He must have been quite relaxed those early miles!  

The good thing about getting passed was that it kicked my ass into gear a bit.  I was hurting a lot, but I found a few more seconds in me to chase down the two runners in front of me (Havel excluded).  I clawed my way to a 5:22 split for the 25th mile, but still faded a bit to a high-5:30s split for mile 26.  By that point, I knew I wasn't going to dip under 2:21, so I enjoyed the last stretch on Boylston Street, clocking a final time of 2:21:20 and breaking my old PR by 1:33.


The first thing I heard when I crossed the finish line was "We've waited a long time for this..."  I couldn't believe it—an American winner at Boston!  Standing just a few meters past the finish line, I turned around to see Meb Keflezighi atop the podium as the National Anthem began.  

What an incredible outcome for the 118th Boston Marathon.  It was of course an emotional day for many in Boston and in the running community generally given last year's bombings.  To have Meb end the 31 year drought of American winners on the men's side was pretty incredible.  Nobody deserves it more than Meb.  He has led an incredible life, and after this race, I believe he has cemented his place as the best American marathoner of all time.  With his '04 Olympic Silver Medal, and NYC and Boston Marathon titles, he's done it all.

I had a really great experience at my first Boston Marathon.  It's a race unlike anything I've done, and I know I'll be coming back, hopefully many more times.  It's early, but I'm fairly certain I'll run it again next year...  hopefully about 5 minutes faster! ;)

3 comments:

  1. A PR at Boston, with a sweet stache. Sounds like a great day. Congrats, Matt.

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  2. I have definitely seen you in Bloomington a couple of times (running).. Congrats on the PR. Wicked fast/wicked stache. Loved the write up. Good luck this season! (and congrats on being featured in outsideonline!!! that's how I found my way to your blog)

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  3. Thanks!

    I didn't realize the Outside piece had gone up. I'll check it out!

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