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How to not run the Boston Marathon
Author: Bill Cusick
April 20, 2005
Sorry for the delay between posts, but I’ve been out of commission for a few days. I ran 24/26ths of the Boston Marathon on Monday. I’d run the storied road race last year and was unhappy with my time, so I thought I’d give it another go this year. While my training around the flat prairie lands of Chicago was marginal over the winter, I was shocked to discover that the hills had actually increased in size in beantown.
The day was hot, and I was getting warm, then steamy, then whatever you are when the lid blows off the top of your head. I remember passing the mile 23 marker. Next thing I knew, the good people at Beth Israel Hospital were telling me that I had actually gotten past 24 before the lights went out.
I was in a painful fog for about two hours as they tried to get my body temperature down from just over 105 degrees. After a bit I started seeing through the mist, and they thought I could go home in a few hours.
Then I passed out again. It’s a strange experience to wake up a second time in the space of a few hours with three or four people in scrubs staring down on you. You start questioning where the dreams start and end.
So the kept me overnight. The folks at Beth Israel were fantastic, and, you know, kept my organs functioning and stuff, so much thanks to them.
Still, I didn’t mind leaving the next morning.
Next year, April 19th, Patriots Day in Boston, I know where I’ll be: somewhere on a couch.
There are always triathlons.
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