In my last post, My First Marathon Monday: Boston 2018 Race Recap I left off at the finish line of the 122nd Boston Marathon. I found my family at the side of the finish, they had been watching from the grandstands, getting soaked by the rain. We hugged, and then I slowly shuffled into the John Hancock tent. There I received my medal and a heat shield. A volunteer handed me by gear check bag and I set up at a table near the back of the tent. I grabbed some hot water to help get warm and began peeling off my soaking wet gear. They had heaters and a volunteer had made a make-shift change tent so we could get into dry clothing.
It was still pouring rain as I left to go find my cheer-squad. There were people walking in every direction trying to find each other and get out of the rain, it was total chaos. Eventually, I found everyone and we began trying to navigate our way back to the Airbnb. The best option was the train, the streets were still a mess and an Uber would have taken way too long to find us. It was only a few stops to go, and then I had a long hot shower while my mom went to pick up pizzas from Regina Pizza. We had spotted this place a few days prior and it always had a long line so we figured it was probably pretty good! After a few slices I moved I went to lay down under a pile of blankets, how good it felt to be warm.
After a while we decided to go down the street to the Ginger Room, a neighbourhood pub with a massive beer-list and food. I had a pineapple and coconut beer with lactose, sounds odd, but it had a nutty flavour and was surprisingly very delicious. There were a few other marathoners there in medals and jackets, and I ended up running into a few people I knew.
On Tuesday, I woke up feeling pretty good, and of course quite sore, those Newton hills! We had to pack up the Airbnb and then I wanted to check out how busy the medal engraving, and jacket embroidery were before heading over to Tracksmith for my commemorative poster. Unsurprisingly, the medal engraving line snaked around the block, and I decided not to wait in it, my priority was the jacket embroidery which had a much smaller line, so we joined it. I was able to go get my poster from Tracksmith while my mom stayed in line.
By then we were all getting pretty hungry and decided to go to Shake Shack. I only tried Shake Shack for the first time in November, when Sky and I ran the Rock’n’Roll Vegas and we really enjoyed it. I went for a cheeseburger and a Shackmeister beer (brewed by Brooklyn Brewing). We didn’t have a whole lot of time left in Boston and wanted to make the most of it, so we stopped for one last coffee at George Howell and then walked back to the Airbnb. My family had an earlier flight so they went to the airport, Sky and I walked to the famous Mike’s Pastry and shared a cannoli. Very good, but I could NOT have eaten a whole one.
We grabbed a Lift to the airport, and parted ways. Once I arrived at my gate, it was a sea of red jackets waiting to board the plane. One of which sat beside me and wanted to talk about the marathon. From then on out, several other marathoners and other people wanted to chat about the previous day and what we had endured. It was like being a member of a club without ever trying to. I supposed I underestimated the jacket effect. I don’t think you can wear it and go unseen, and I’m not just talking about the colour. It signifies hard-work, dedication and resilience in the wearer, definitely things to be proud of!