My Run for the Hoses - 116th Boston Marathon Part 2

As I told my friend Helen after she read my last entry, "Stay tuned it only gets worse."  More prophetic words were not spoken.  We bid the Wellesley co-eds good bye and headed into downtown Wellesley.  The crowds were still very boisterous and several people were handing water and ice out to the runners.  Evan and I took some ice from one of the marathon fans.  I tucked mine under my hat in hopes that it would cool me down as the ice melted.  I have to say it did provide some relief from the heat but only temporarily.  The question remained in my mind, "how much hotter would it get before we reached the finish line?"

As that thought crossed my mind I looked up at a clock along the street and it flashed 89 degrees.  Wow!  That was the ambient air temperature in the center of Wellesley and we still had a little under 13 miles to go.  Evan said that his family would be somewhere past the 14 mile mark.  That seemed to motivate us both to keep running despite feeling the effects of running in the heat creeping up on us.  Our light hearted conversation seemed to help as well.

We started looking for Evan's family who said they would be on the right side of the street just past the mile 14 marker.  We passed the marker still running at a decent pace.  Finally after passing the Wellesley shopping center, we saw them standing in the shade in front of the Senior High School.  We stopped for a couple of minutes so that Evan could talk to his kids and give us a quick breather in the shade of the trees before we had to head on. 

I told Evan that the toughest hill in the marathon lay ahead.  He thought I meant Heartbreak Hill.  But, I explained that the hill I hate the most is the one that leads you up from Lower Newton Falls over 128 and past Newton Wellesley Hospital.  We decided to keep running using the downhill stretch to Lower Newton Falls to help us keep our pace. 

When we reached the hill, it looked huge.  The heat as we started up the hill felt like it had increased 10 degrees.  After a few minutes, Evan and I decided to just walk the hill and start running after we reached its summit.  I can't tell you how lonely it felt walking up and over 128 despite the fact that there were runners all around us.  It was at this point that I started to feel some cramps in my left calf and the beginnings of a couple of blisters on my toes.   I never get blisters when I run.  But with my shoes and socks soaking wet it was inevitable.  I was just hoping they wouldn't burst before I finished the race.

We reached the top of the hill and started a slow jog.  I told Even we needed to look for the Newton Fire House as that was the turn into the Newton Hills.  I explained that the crowds in Newton would be very supportive and loud.  We soldiered on and finally saw that Boston Marathon icon -- the Fire House.  I looked down at my watch and noticed that we were still running at a sub 10 minute pace.  Although we were not feeling great, we only had to get up the hills and then it would be smooth sailing to the finish line.  At least that's what I thought as we turned onto Commonwealth Avenue.

As we passed the Newton Fire Station Evan started to cramp up.  We stopped and stretched before starting up the first Newton hill.  I will admit right here that Evan and I both struggled at these hills the heat was definitely taking its toll.  The good news was the residents lining Commonwealth Avenue were handing out ice, spraying us with hoses and encouraging us to keep going.  We ran/walked the first 2 hills and took a moment out to visit the statue of Johnny Kelley.  I told Evan if did nothing else and had to walk the rest of the way, we were going to run up Heartbreak Hill.  Surprisingly he agreed.

For those who know Heartbreak Hill, it is a 1/2 mile hill starting at mile 20.5 of the race.  In itself, the incline is merely challenging but after 20 1/2 miles in 85+ degree heat the effort to conquer this pesky little speed bump became like Mt. Everest to us.  Conquer it we did.  When we reached the summit I pointed out the Prudential Tower  to Evan and told him, "that's where we are headed."  I told him to keep moving slowly ahead because we would be able to feed off the energy created by the Boston College students which was only 1/2 mile ahead.  I also warned him that we had a half-mile downhill past Boston College which if not taken carefully would punish our legs.  We only had 4.2 miles or so to go and we were going to finish.

As you can imagine after the Newton Hills our pace was really falling off.  I was still getting severe cramps in my left calf, the blisters were swelling and I could feel my big toes beginning to bruise from hitting the front of my shoes.  My feet were swelling more than usual. We were now slogging at a 10:54 per mile pace and slowing down as we went.  We both kept encouraging the other to keep going while at the same time checking to make sure the other was not having any major troubles that might need medical attention.  We were in this battle together.

We reached Boston College and as expected the crowds were loud.  I decided to run as close to the barricades as possible to make sure that I could get some high fives, pats on the back, encouraging words, etc.  I thought it might really help pump me up for the last 4 miles of the race.  I have to say I fed off the energy.  I am not sure how may high fives I gave out as I ran by.  Each one  felt like electricity recharging my batteries.  Someone shouted out that I was looking good.  So I responded, "Yes, but do I still look sexy?"  I have to admit I got a huge laugh out of the crowd. 

We made the turn that would take us down to Cleveland Circle and Beacon Street.  The crowds were still large and loud.  I was still feeling the emotional surge from all of the Boston College students.  Evan seemed to have been recharged as well.  We turned onto Beacon Street and it felt to me like a blanket of hot air descended upon us.  We only had 3.2 miles to go.  But I came to the realization that my reserves were draining fast, my legs were starting to cramp, and the heat was stifling.  I said to Evan we should run walk through this section and focus on making it to mile marker 25 and the DFMC Cheering section.  I felt that the DFMC crowd would give us both the energy needed to make the last push to the finish line.

We trudged on.  The people along the route were really yelling for us and urged us on.  I could see the Citgo sign ahead and knew we were nearing the 25 mile mark.  I spied it before Evan did and I told him we should make sure we run up to them.  He agreed and we started running again.  When we reached the crest of the little hill and the cheering section, I stopped to walk so I could drink in all of their love.  They were awesome.  One of the women gave me a big hug and thanked me for doing this.  I was speechless.  I gave numerous high fives to the kids and adults.  Then feeling a renewed sense of purpose turned to Evan and said let's finish this.

We turned into Kenmore Square and I was feeling rejuvenated.  We started down Commonwealth Avenue.  I told Evan we just had to get to Hereford and then a left on Boylston and we would see the finish line.  I could tell he was feeling rough.  He encouraged me to leave him and finish on my own.  I said no.  We had started this trek together and we would finish it together.  I walked with him for a while and we then ran a bit.  I kept encouraging him by shouting to the crowd, "Right on Hereford and then left on Boylston and then the finish line."  Then suddenly we reached Hereford.

Finally! Hereford Street where the crowd seemed as large as a football stadium on a Sunday afternoon.   We walked again for a little while because there is a small rise to Hereford.  I told Evan that once we turned onto Boylston Street we needed to run the last 2/10 of a mile with a smile on our face as we had just run the hardest race of our lives.  And that is just what we did.  To be honest, I had nothing left.  But I summoned up whatever fumes there were and ran across that finish line with a smile on my face. 

I finished the race in my second worst marathon time of 4:49:00.  I was disappointed that I was not able to set a new PR.  I knew I wouldn't have a chance at that when I started.  But, I felt like I had let down all of those people who supported my run and more importantly those friends who were still battling cancer.   I wanted to make them proud.  I know that I am being silly.  No one expected me to set a record in the second hottest Boston Marathon on record.  Now that I have had time to reflect on that day, I am proud of what I accomplished.  And I want to run another marathon to prove to myself that I can run another sub-4 hour marathon.  Which allows me to end this entry with one of my favorite quotes:

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts" -- Winston Churchill

I know I have the courage to continue.

Apr. 23 – 6.10 miles (55:13; 9:03 pace)
Apr. 30 – 5.30 miles (46:52, 8:51 pace)
May 1 – 3.10 miles (24:33, 7:55 pace) – Speed Work
May 4 – 6.20 miles (54:11, 8:45 pace)
May 5 – 7.30 miles (1:04:06, 8:47 pace)
May 6 – 8.70 miles (1:18:31, 9:03 pace)
May 7 – 5.30 miles (49:00, 9:15 pace)
May 8 – 3.10 miles (24:25, 7:52 pace) – Speed Work
May 10 – 5.10 miles (45:00, 8:49 pace) – Tempo Run
May 11 – 6.10 miles (54:41, 8:57 pace)
May 12 – 8.50 miles (1:14:59, 8:49 pace)
May 13 – 10.10 miles (1:32:43, 9:11 pace)

Total Miles: 74.9 miles

2012 YTD Miles: 640.1 miles

My 2012 Boston Marathon

5k	10k	15k	20k	Half	25k
0:30:34	1:01:16	1:31:37	2:03:29	2:10:24	2:37:43
30k	35k	40k	Finish	Pace
3:15:57	3:54:59	4:31:59	4:49:00	0:11:02
Overall		Gender		Division
16605		10102		1504

My Run for the Hoses - 116th Boston Marathon

If you had the choice of a day to run 26 miles, 385 yards, it would not be April 19, 1976.

-- Boston Globe 

36 years ago with temps in the 90s, Georgetown undergrad Jack Fultz ran through a rainbow of garden hoses to win the 1976 Boston Marathon in 2 hours, 20 minutes, 19 seconds.  In that race, Jack ran through numerous hoses to ultimately outgun the hot weather runner Mario Cuevas of Mexico.  When I toed the line in Hopkinton on Monday, April 16, 2012, little did I know I would be running my own run for the hoses as the 1976 race is now known. 

I trained hard for this race.  I wanted to see if my sub-4 hour marathon in 2009 was a fluke or would my training give me the stamina and speed to accomplish it again in 2012.  The last couple of weeks leading up to the race gave me confidence that I could set another PR in Boston.  I had run my last long run (18 miles) at an 8:53 per mile pace.  There was nothing that could stop me from running a sub-4 hour race this time out.  Well almost nothing. 

The week leading up to the race was filled with news reports of the heat we would encounter on race day.  The weather forecasters were saying it was going to be in the 80s and that it was going to be really hard on the runners.  Having lived in New England for 8 years now, I listened to their predictions with a bit of skepticism.  Weather here tends to change rapidly.  So I hoped the heat would not materialize on race day and we would be able to have a nice day to run.  As April 16^th drew closer, my hopes were slowly dashed.  By Saturday April 14^th, I knew I was going to have to run the marathon on an unseasonably hot day. 

I got up the morning of the race and had my usual peanut butter and honey sandwich and a banana.  I had been hydrating the past 4 – 5 days to make sure I was well hydrated for the race.  I checked the temperature and it was already 66 degrees at 6:30 am.  I watched the news to see what they were predicting for the day.  After hearing it would be in the upper 80s, I knew it was going to be a tough day.  My goal of 4 hours had to be adjusted.  I decided to shoot for 4:30:00.  I felt my excellent training would carry me through the race...even in the heat.  At least that was my theory. 

At 7:30 am, Bev drove me down close to the starting line and dropped me off.  She told me to take it slow and focus on finishing.  Time was not something I should worry about she said.  Deep down I knew she was right.  I should take it slow and just focus on finishing the race.  But my “A” type personality and competitive streak was telling me to shoot for 4:30:00.  As I walked up to St. James Parish Center where the Dana Farber Marathon Challenge Team’s Runner’s Refuge was located, I kept telling myself that despite the heat I could still run it and hit my goal.  

I arrived that the Runner’s Refuge and met up with a few of my fellow DFMC Teammates who I have met since running for DFMC in 2009.  The topic of conversation was the weather.  No one was very excited about running in the heat.  But I could still feel the enthusiasm they all had for the race and running for a much bigger purpose.  I found some shade, popped in my earphones and tried to relax and not think about the upcoming race.  In the shade, I actually felt great and my nerves settled down enough to let me focus inward and remind myself that no matter what happened, I had to finish this race to honor those I was running for and the donors who so generously supported me this year. 

I had a chance to meet and speak with Uta Pippig and Jack Fultz.  They advised us all to just take it easy.  Today was not going to be a day to run fast they said.  We needed to take it slow and easy.  We needed to make sure we stayed well hydrated.  Jack advised us to stay wet if we could as it would help to keep our body temperatures in the safe zone.  I definitely decided to take his advice because he had won a marathon in hotter temperatures and had stayed wet.  This meant that we would be running our own race for the hoses along the route.  They both wished us well and told us they would see us at the finish.  Then we headed out to walk over to the starting line and our corrals. 

Me and Uta Pippig

Standing in the corrals waiting for the gun to go off was tortuous.  With all of the runners packed around us, the temperature felt much hotter than the low 70's.  I had decided to run with a fellow DFMC runner Evan Berkley who was running in only his second marathon.  We talked about the pace we wanted to run and felt we would be a good match.  Evan told me that if he was holding me back later in the race, I should feel comfortable taking off and finishing at my pace.  I said OK.  But, something told me that I would not be leaving Evan behind and that he would be a huge help in my finishing the race.   

After what seemed like a lifetime, the gun went off and we headed across the starting line and down the hill.  I told Evan that I would keep him apprised of what was up ahead and share any trivial facts about the towns we were running through.  Evan is from Connecticut and he told me that would be great as it would take his mind off the heat and the effort.  The first 5 miles went very smoothly.  We had locked into a nice 9:45 to 10:00 minute pace.  It was our theory that if we took it slow at the beginning, we might have something in the tank to increase our pace later in the race. 

Evan and I chatted along the route which was really helpful.  The sun was shining brightly and the heat was definitely starting to get to us.  We searched for opportunities to get wet.  Marathon spectators would spray us down with their garden hoses as we went by as long as we signaled them by raising our arms over our heads.  Several Fire Houses had set up canopies with misters in them that you could run through and cool off.  One of my fellow DFMC runners later told me he called them "human car washes".  Staying wet was definitely keeping my body temperature down and making me feel pretty good despite the heat. 

We reached Wellesley and I noticed that we would hit the halfway point around 2:10:00.  This is right on pace to hit my goal of 4:30:00 minutes.  It would mean that we could slow down and run the second half 10 minutes slower and still hit my goal.  I checked in with Evan as we headed up the hill towards the scream tunnel at Wellesley College.  He said he was feeling pretty good.  I warned him about the coeds.  But also told him to get some love from them as we ran by.  He laughed and we continued on. 

When we reached the corrals holding the girls of Wellesley back, I was reading their signs and t-shirts.  There were some really funny ones and Evan and I were getting a kick out of them.  Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a t-shirt that read "Run Old Man Run".  Now that was worth stopping for.  So, I cruised to my right and as I approached her to tell her I liked her shirt, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.  After recovering a bit, I told her I loved her shirt and she just laughed.  I had Evan take my picture with her and we headed on. 

Run Old Man Run

Evan and I crossed the halfway point at 2:10:24.  We both were feeling pretty good.  What we didn't know at the time was how the heat coupled with the hot pavement and lack of wind would ultimately affect us as the race continued.  But, that will have to wait for my next post. 

Apr. 9 – 6.20 miles (56:22; 9:05 pace)

Apr. 10 – 5.10 miles (47:02, 9:14 pace)

Apr. 12 – 6.20 miles (55:50, 9:01 pace)

Apr. 13 – 6.20 miles (54:34, 9:01 pace)

Apr. 14 – 3.10 miles (26:56, 9:03 pace)

Apr. 16 – 26.20 miles (4:49:00, 11:02 pace) - 116th Boston Marathon

Apr. 18 – 3.10 miles (31:21, 10:07 pace)

Apr. 20 – 5.10 miles (47:33, 9:29 pace)

Apr. 21 – 6.30 miles (58:44, 9:20 pace)

Apr. 22 – 6.20 miles (56:25, 9:06 pace)

Total Miles: 103.6 miles

2012 YTD Miles: 565.2 miles

Boston Marathon Course Mile 21 - Finish Line

One week from Monday, I will be in Hopkinton waiting for the gun to go off announcing the start of the 116th Boston Marathon.  I know there will be butterflies in my stomach as I head down the hill on my way to the finish line on Boylston St.  I am hoping that I will be able to set a new P.R. this year as I trained really hard for this race.  The only regret I have is that I will not be running with my friend Helen and helping her to reach her goal of running a 5 hour marathon.  Instead, I will be pushing myself to reach a new milestone in my marathon career.  No matter what happens, I know will enjoy every minute of it. 

Here is what I will be experiencing the last 10K of the race:

Mile 20 to Mile 21

The most famous landmark in marathoning comes into view as you reach the 20-mile mark -- Heartbreak Hill.  I will admit that I was nervous about this point in the marathon.  But, I trained for it by running hills here in Westborough and also running Heartbreak 3 different times in my training.  Sure it  is a steep half-mile uphill but it is nothing if you are mentally prepared for it.

As with any hill, I simply shorten my stride, focus on the road immediately in front of me and don't look ahead.  In 2009, I remember turning to a fellow runner and asking where Heartbreak Hill was and he just shook his head.  He replied incredulously, "you just finished it."  I was amazed.  I hadn't even felt the strain of it.  This could be because the crowds along this stretch of the marathon are loud and supportive.  Or it could have been that I was well prepared.  Regardless, I love the pesky little speed bump known to all as Heartbreak Hill.

Mile 21 to Mile 22

As you finish Mile 21 and the final hill in Newton, you enter the second college zone on the course.  You are now in Boston College territory.   The hardest part of this mile is the very steep downhill.  The steepest portion runs downhill for over 1/2 mile and really taxed my quads on race day.  I know what you are thinking - how bad can it be after the Newton Hills?  While it provided relief, the downhill really pinched my quads and I found I had to really slow down so as to not fall over.

The best part of this mile is the riotous Boston College students.  They are rowdy and really cheer you on as you run by.  I am certain a large majority of the students are well past inebriated.  But, they are fun to listen to as you run by.  They really boosted my spirits on race day.

Mile 22 to Mile 23

The next mile I found to be very challenging mentally.  My quads were really sore and starting to cramp a little here.  The mile starts relatively flat but then you start to encounter a rollercoaster of downhills.  It was really punishing and mentally challenging.  I chose to just push on and focus on reaching Cleveland Circle where I knew I would be able to regroup for the final push to the finish line.  Please remember you will be crossing the Green Line trolley tracks here.  Watch your step especially on tired legs.  The mile finishes with an easy 1/4 mile climb into Brookline.

Mile 23 to Mile 24

As I crossed the 23-mile mark, I was facing yet another downhill. The crowds here are strong as you run downhill  along Beacon Street through Brookline. This mile also has a short uphill followed by downhill.  Don't let the short uphill bother you.  The mile is mostly downhill.  I remember feeling my strength returning as I finished this mile.  I was looking for Coolidge Corner knowing that I would finally be able to see the Citgo sign in the distance. The Citgo sign is at Mile 25.  I did catch sight of it.  I knew it was about 1 1/2 miles away.  But, it gave me the feeling that I was almost done.

Mile 24 to Mile 25

You cross the 24-mile mark just past Coolidge Corner.  It is also the end of the downhill portion of the course.  The rest of the way is rolling hills.  I found that this mile felt great.  There were no real uphills to deal with and I could just lock into my pace and enjoy the crowds.  It was also the first time I looked at my watch and realized that I could potentially finish in under 4 hours (a personal goal of mine).

The Citgo sign is right in front of you as you run this mile.  The bad part is that it is at the top of a hill. This hill is the last real hill you encounter as it takes you up and over the MassPike. Mentally prepare for it.  It is very short and  not too difficult.  For DFMC runners, the end of this mile and the completion of this hill is also the point where our cheering squad awaits.  I couldn't wait to run by them.  The filled me with so much joy that the last 1.2 miles seemed like a dream.

Mile 25 to Mile 26

As I passed my DFMC cheering squad, I knew I would break 4 hours and reach one of my life's goals.  This mile also takes you by Fenway Park which is celebrating its 100th Birthday this year.  You will see the park and all of the baseball fans pouring out of the stadium and heading over to watch the runners go by.  It is really one of the more special points of the race because of the history of both the marathon and baseball.  Being a fan of both, I loved this section of the course.

This mile also takes you through one of the thickest crowds you will see on the course.  Kenmore Square is packed with people all yelling for you and encouraging you.  When you see the Hotel Commonwealth on your right look for the “1 mile to go” sign painted on the pavement.  I was definitely tired here.  But, when I saw that sign on the pavement, I felt a resurgence of energy and started to pick up my pace.  If you run your race well, I believe you will find that energy as well.

As you leave Kenmore Square, you drop under a couple of overpasses and then finally beneath Mass Ave.  It is at this point that I began searching for the sign for Hereford St.  I knew once I saw Hereford, it was a right turn then a left onto Boylston and I would see the finish line.  The crowds here are very loud and really pump you up.

Mile 26 to Mile 26.2

I will never forget turning onto Boylston St.  I could see the finish line and I don't even remember seeing the 26-mile marker.  I was so focused on the timer.  I could see it slowly counting down to 4:00:00.  I wanted to cross the line before it reached the 4 hour mark.  I am not sure where I found the energy.  I really picked up the pace and started passing fellow runners focused only on the clock.  The road is flat and the crowds are raucous.  I passed the Prudential Center and really pushed for the finish line.  I crossed the finish line in 3:59:21 and was  ecstatic.  I really don't remember receiving my medal or my blanket.  All I can remember is the feeling that I just ran an excellent race and on the oldest marathon course besides the one in Greece.  It was truly a special race.

Writing this final piece about the course really made me anxious about running the marathon again.  I know this year will be a new and different experience.  All I can tell you is that if you ever have the chance to come to Boston to run this marathon don't hesitate to do it.  The memories you will take away from it will last you a lifetime. 

Mar. 26 – 6.10 miles (57:52; 9:29 pace)
Mar. 27 – 9.50 miles (1:21:28, 8:35 pace) – Mile Repeats
Mar. 29 – 10.10 miles (1:21:02, 8:01 pace) – Tempo Run
Mar. 30 – 6.20 miles (57:18; 9:15 pace)
Mar. 31 – 10.20 miles (1:32:17, 9:03 pace)
Apr. 1 – 10.10 miles (1:31:34, 9:04 pace)
Apr. 2 – 8.30 miles (1:16:00; 9:10 pace)
Apr. 3 – 9.50 miles (1:21:23, 8:34 pace) – Mile Repeats
Apr. 5 – 10.10 miles (1:20:44, 8:00 pace) – Tempo Run
Apr. 6 – 7.20 miles (1:05:37, 9:07 pace)
Apr. 7 – 8.20 miles (1:12:19, 8:49 pace)
Apr. 8 – 8.10 miles (1:12:47, 8:59 pace)

Total Miles: 103.6 miles
2012 YTD Miles: 565.2 miles

My number is 23144

I got my bib number in the mail today from the B.A.A. It is 23144. If you have followed this blog since it began, you will recall that I wrote a piece about the significance of my number. I thought it would be nice to look at my number again to see if it held any interesting meaning for me as I wrap up my final weeks of training.

As I explained previously, each letter in the alefbet (the Hebrew alphabet) has a numerical value. The numerical value of a word is determined by adding up the values of each letter. This year my bib number adds up to the number 12 or if you like 1 + 2 = 3. The number 12 does hold great significance in Judaism as it is represents totality, wholeness, and the completion of God's purpose. 12 also being the product of three and four, typified the union of the people with God. The number 3 is seen as the symbol of holiness. Therefore I think that my number makes this run a holy act. In many ways, helping others through selfless acts is the definition of holiness. Therefore the number I will be carrying with me along the Boston Marathon route symbolizes both the completion of God’s purpose and holiness. Maybe my raising money for this very worthy cause and finishing the race will allow me to complete God’s purpose for me that day and to bring me closer to Him through my efforts on behalf of those who we have lost and those who are still fighting this disease.

In Judaism, numbers also correspond to letters. The 12th letter of the Hebrew alefbet is Lamed. Lamed is the symbol of self surpassing or the surpassing of our limits. It implies strength of character and willpower. Lamed is teaching us the importance of striving for the better in our lives. Go beyond our limits. Perseverance will build our character and improve our lives in ways we cannot comprehend. No one can say that running a marathon is not pushing a runner beyond his physical limits. I believe that this coupled with my fundraising for Dana Farber is exactly what a Lamed is symbolizing. Lamed doesn’t only symbolize surpassing our physical limitations. It also teaches us that we must also reach beyond our intellectual limitations to find God’s purpose.

In Kabbalah, the Lamed symbolizes aspiration, contemplation of the heart, and spiritual work. The shape of this Hebrew letter actually shows us that our heart ascends in aspiration to conceive and comprehend the Divine Wisdom of God. This Divine Wisdom leads each of us to strive to the performance of great work. It inspires us to reach beyond our earthly mind, affection and physical body and perform acts of loving kindness which is what God expects us to do. What I hope my run will do is to allow me to break out of my boundaries and to going beyond my potential and to enter the superconscious mind. If I can get there, I will be able to move myself beyond the limiting beliefs I have accepted about myself and my relationship to the world and connect with the Divine Spirit. This will allow to me to open up to the experience of oneness (God) in my life.

As I reflect on all this, I believe that my number holds significant power. It symbolizes my efforts to push myself beyond my physical limits on race day and through that effort allow me to open my mind to the connectedness with the Divine. It will allow me to be open enough to accept the help from all of those donor’s loved ones who will be with me each and every step of the race. It will lift me above the gravity barrier of earthly preoccupation and connect me to the love that each person who has struggled with this disease (whether they won their fight or not) to fill me with the strength I will need to complete my task. I don’t take this lightly and plan to leave it all out there on the course on April 16th. No matter what happens on race day, I know that I will be running on the wings of love both earthly and spiritual.