|Sporting my new Boston Marathon 2011
DFMC Team Jacket.
We had a great pre-run meeting at Boston College but with all of the charity organization runners and time-qualifiers converging on the marathon course, Jan made sure to keep it short.
With the temperature at 25 degrees for the beginning of our run and wind gusts up to 33 mph, it was not the warmest day to embark on a 22 mile run. On the way out towards Natick, the headwind was brutal but we took comfort in knowing that there would be a very helpful tailwind on our return trip. You allegedly feel about 15-20 degrees warmer while running this kind of distance, so that helped a little (I think). Unfortunately, I could not say the same for our water station volunteers. What troopers! Fortunately, the sun came out about 1 1/2 hours into the run and made a huge difference – the feeling returned to our fingers and we could stop opening the Gu packets with our teeth.
|Thinking warm thoughts.|
|Amazing water station volunteers finally getting
some sun action.
I again used Jeff Galloway’s Run/Walk strategy while keeping an eye on my heart with a heart rate monitor. The toughest hurdles for me to overcome while exercising are the lasting effects of chemo and radiation on my heart and lungs. Although the side effects from my treatment are minimal compared to that of other bone marrow transplantees, a decreased pulmonary diffusion capacity and LVEF can work together to make exercise a little frustrating. Thus, I’ve started using my heart rate monitor again to help me gauge how my body is holding up. Last weekend’s run was a little discouraging as I averaged about 180 bpm over 3.5 hours with a max of 195 bpm. To translate – I was exhausted. Going into yesterday’s run, I was determined to run the course as if it were Marathon Monday and strictly adhere to Jack’s advice – “If you feel like you’re running too slowly for the first 10 miles, you’re right on pace.” As you would expect from someone who won the Boston Marathon, he was right. My heart rate didn’t even climb to 170 bpm until we hit mile 16 – as you can tell by my willingness to smile for photos…
|Enjoying a water station.|