Boston Marathon is the world’s oldest annual marathon and one of the more prestigious to run. It is very hard to qualify, and they have very few charity spots. For us runners that are a bit challenged pace wise, the only option then is to pay a fortune to secure a spot through a travel agent. Since Boston is one of the Abbott World Major Marathon and we needed it to get the big, fat six-star-finisher medal, we were therefore very happy that we were able to buy our way in through Springtime in Norway in 2017, after 3 years on a wait list.
The training for the marathon was everything but perfect. The race is in April and in January I got the flu that lasted for a week and developed intopneumonia which I left untreated for a month. In the whole of February I had the cough of a patient with COPD still smoking 60 cigarettes a day, but in March I started on antibiotics and recuperated quickly. I managed 3-4 running sessions before I got ill again, this time from Ménière, a vestibular disorder causing major vertigo spells, fullness in air tinnitus and nausea. I could not move my head for the last days before departure, but suddenly, the night before our flight, I got much better, and started to pack my gear in a hurry to board the plane the next morning.
We were a group of six persons, where 4 of us where to participate in the marathon and we arrived in Boston on Thursday afternoon. I went straight to bed after check in at Wyndham Boston Beacon Hill hotel.
On Friday I woke up early due to the jet lag and I lay completely still,trying to check if the world was still a roller-coaster. Luckily not, so then I was ready to join the others for sightseeing. Boston is the lobster capital oft he world and since lobster costs as much as gold back in Norway, we ate lobster several times a day for the entire stay.
On Saturday we went to a baseball match, which was very exciting, but a bit cold since it lasted for 4+hours the temperature was not exactly all that.
On Sunday we took the metro to Harvard and spent the day there hoping to grow some brain cells (spoiler alert; no such luck) before we went back for an early pasta dinner the night before the race.
On Monday, the weather suddenly turned, and we got temperatures around 25 degrees Celsius. The course was interesting, but with my lack of preparations, I had a hard time completing. But, I did it with a whole minute to spare before the time limit, so I did get my medal. It felt very strange jogging up the same path as where the bombs went off five years earlier.