The negative splits were nice, but still, because of my inexperience I started way too slowly. The "kick" came at 20 K just before that neat little plunge that claimed so many victims (this, and right after Heartbreak, was where I began to see people lose their smiles...). I will never forget Boston - this was only my third marathon - but I doubt I will be back, even if I'm already qualified for next year. Piling together training for triathlon and marathon is a bit much (and I hate to sacrifice the swimming). However, I'm told that I will feel the pull to do Boston again as soon as winter rolls in... No, I did not take the bus... Hopkinton, who visits this forum often, graciously offered me a ride to the start line... but I left his phone numbers at home when I left! In Boston, I scrambled and met a charming, young Quebec woman who lives in New York, who took me up there ('nough said!). The funny thing, after I finished the race, was this slight feeling of "depression" : after the high of training so hard and assiduously, the high of racing and finishing strong... you come back home with a slight limp, no training in sight, a pedestrian all over again... As I said before, I had a taste of the major leagues, and it felt great. BTW, aren't these people along the course the most wonderful (and generous) crowd? Amazing!
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