The Road to Boston - 2014: April 2014

After the Dana-Farber Pasta Party on Sunday evening, we walked from the Marriott over to Comm. Ave., then caught a cab back to Cambridge and headed to bed early.

Neither one of us slept very well, and we both woke up several times during the night to check the clock. Finally, at 3:55, we woke up and stayed up. We got dressed, I did a sinus rinse (having been hit with a fun sinus infection on Sunday morning!) and made a cup of tea. I had been debating taking a cab over to the Common, as I wasn’t sure if the first hotel shuttle at 5:00 would get me there in time for the 5:15 DFMC bus. We got downstairs about 4:50, and I asked the driver of the shuttle, who said we’d make it. He explained that there would be a big bus over by the mail boxes to pick us all up. However, by 4:58 when there was no bus yet, he said “Come on, we’re going to Boston!” and he let me and a few other runners on the shuttle. He told us his manager had said to have us wait for the other buses, but he wanted to help so he took us himself! He is one of the heroes of the day, in my book!

We ran into traffic (already!) on the way to the Common, but I walked quickly over to the BAA buses designated for the Dana-Farber Team, and got on with no problem. I remembered how I had felt dropping Edward off in the dark a couple of years previously, saying goodbye at the gate that said “Runners Only” – so proud that he was running, but sad that I wasn’t going with him. And now here I was, on my way to run the Boston Marathon. As excited as I was, I was still able to sleep most of the way to Hopkinton. Once we arrived at the Church, we filed in and got checked in with the volunteers. I used the restroom, then got some green tea and donut holes and found a seat on a little elevated stage in the big room. I spoke with a woman named Perry from Minneapolis, who mentioned that this would be her 2^nd Boston Marathon, her first having been in 2012 with a different charity (with only 12 team members!). I went to Mass at the chapel there, but did not feel anything like what I had hoped to at the large Blessing of the Athletes at the Old South Church that we had missed the day before.

I caught up with Lynda (my team mate from Southern California), and we went outside for the DFMC team photo. The team, about 700 members, was immense! (You can see me in the photo below thanks to a red arrow I added in Photoshop!) Lynda and I were both happy to be in the Pacesetter group, composed of team members who had raised at least $8000. Both of us had set out to raise about $10,000, and neither of us was sure we'd be able to do it, so we were thrilled to have both achieved our goals.

After the team photos, we went back inside. I used the restroom a couple more times, read some of the New York Times, had some Twizzlers and animal crackers, and before I knew it, it was time to go to the start. I lined up to get Jack Fultz’s autograph on my singlet, used the portapotties one last time, shed my pants and sweatshirts and put them in the donation box, and walked over to the Corrals. The excitement was palpable as we waited for the official Wave 3 start.


Wave 3 start

Corral 9 was made up of mostly DFMC team members, and I chatted with a few of them as we waited. It was much warmer than I had anticipated, and I was pretty comfortable in my shorts, singlet, arm warmers and gloves. I knew that was not a good sign for later! I decided to take my gloves off but leave my armwarmers on. There were clothing collection bags hanging on the sides of the corrals, so I threw my gloves in one.

Finally it was 11:00am. As the last corral, it took us a few minutes to walk to the starting line, and even during the walk there were people on the sidelines wishing us luck. I remember hearing the theme from "Rocky" as we walked & jogged up to the start. As I crossed the start line, I thought “This is it! I am actually running the Boston Marathon!” I thought about my honorees, especially Dana and Rich, and hoped I would honor them by being tough. The whole first few miles is downhill, and I controlled my speed to a 10:00 pace, knowing it would pay off later. There were people lining the streets the whole time. As I passed each town marker, I was thankful for all of the supporters, and amazed by the history of the race. For 118 years, people have run this route. Hopkinton, Ashland, Framingham…the first 4 miles seemed to pass so quickly!

running through Natick

I remember hearing "Born To Run" from a sound system on the side of the road; I high-fived as many kids as I could (almost knocking over an older woman behind me in the process the first time - oops!). I decided not to speed up, and maintained about a 10:00 pace as I could feel it getting warmer. I took water at almost every water stop, walking just long enough to drink; took Gatorade at Mile 5 and my first Gu at Mile 6, as planned. At mile 7 in Framingham, there's a shop with the windows acting as mirrors and a sign that says "Check Your Style!". I teared up a few times in those first 6-7 miles, thinking about my honorees, thinking about last year, thinking of the people of Boston and their resilience. Passing the sign for Natick and running through the town common (around mile 10), there were so many people cheering! So many spectators thanked us for coming back, thanked us for running. I high-fived a ton of little kids along the way, smiled almost the whole time as I made eye contact with various spectators, and said “Thank You” as people cheered me, either by name or by “Dana Farber”. Somewhere along the route, someone was playing Run DMC and I sang along to "Tricky" as I ran. There were people handing out Twizzlers, oranges, Skittles, cups of lemonade. I took a couple of Twizzlers, and later an orange. It was warm, and I started pouring water on my head every couple of miles. I had left my armwarmers on, planning to take them off just before the hills to give myself a little more comfort up the hills. I was happy that I hadn’t tried to speed up, as I started feeling just a little tired as I took my 2^nd Gu at Mile 12.

Just after Mile 12, the Wellesley girls gave me energy, as I high-fived almost all of them, reading their “Kiss me, I’m…” signs. I stopped to hug & kiss a girl whose sign said “Kiss me, I’m a Hoosier!” and another, towards the end, whose sign said “Kiss me, I speak Chinese!” So I hugged her and said “Wo Ai Ni!” ("I love you!") and she replied the same. I didn't see more than a few Dana-Farber cheerers at Mile 13, but I was happy to cross the half-marathon mark. I was all smiles as we passed miles 14-16, then a little nervous as we entered Newton, with its impending hills. I took in the sight of its stately homes set back from the road and prepared myself for the uphill. At mile 17, I took off my armwarmers and put my head down, and although my quads were feeling tight, the hills were over before I knew it, even Heartbreak Hill! I hadn’t had to walk any of them. I was thrilled as I passed spectators holding signs that said “You’ve just finished Heartbreak Hill!” My paces had slowed to about 10:30, but I was happy with that. What I didn’t realize was that the downhills for the remainder of the race would kill me!

My right calf started cramping up at Mile 22, and I had to walk for a couple of minutes. I was looking for Laura, one of my supporters who lives in Mass and who was going to be in Brookline, but the BC crowds were thick and loud (and awesome!) and I didn't see her. There were quite a few times that one of the spectators saw me grimace and start walking and said “Milinda, you can do it!” It helped get me going again. Once I realized that I wasn’t going to see Laura, I focused on mile 25, where I knew Mom and the girls would be. It was a tough few miles, with almost constant cramping in my calf, but I knew if I stopped I might never be able to start again, so even when I walked, I walked fast and with purpose. The Citgo Sign seemed so far away when I first saw it.

A DFMC runner approaches Mile 25 (photo copyright DFMC 2014)

As I approached the Turnpike Overpass, jogging again, all I could think about was seeing my Mom and the girls. Beginning to cross the overpass, I looked left and right - I was sad not to see the sea of green Dana Farber shirts I expected; I heard a few Dana-Farber cheers, but it was not nearly the boost I needed, and I didn’t see my Mom anywhere! I was disappointed. I kept going, hoping they’d be up ahead, and a few minutes later, I heard Barry’s voice calling for me. I turned to the right, saw his bright yellow shirt, then made a U-turn to run over for hugs! I said “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” and gave her a big, tearful hug, then hugged and kissed each of my girls and Rose, and said “I gotta go!”


Runners approach the finish line (DFMC 2014 photo)

I vowed not to walk again until the finish, and continued down Comm. Ave, my calf killing me as I made the tiny uphill towards Hereford. When I turned onto Hereford, I felt triumphant. But after the left turn onto Boylston, the Finish Line seemed so far away! I put my head down and continued running as best I could, listening to the huge crowds cheering all of us, but I was no longer able to say “Thank You" or even give a thumbs up, I just kept watching that finish line getting closer inch by inch. I found some strength to give a tiny kick before the finish, and crossed in just under 4:28, so I was thrilled.

When my calf had been cramping terribly, I thought I might collapse to the ground, but after crossing the finish line I didn’t collapse, I didn’t cry, I just wanted water. I got some water, received my medal and my cape (even though it was quite warm outside!), and looked for the Dana-Farber volunteers to lead me back to the Marriott. They were nowhere to be seen, so I continued walking to get some food (even though I was not remotely hungry). I did pick up what was touted as “chocolate milk” and what was actually a Gatorade Protein shake (not the same thing!!) and just started walking towards where I thought Copley was.

Finally I found another Dana-Farber teammate, and we walked together until we came upon some volunteers, who took us to the Marriott in what seemed like a really long walk!! Once at the Marriott, I thought about trying to see family first, but really wanted to get the salt off my body and get my legs massaged, so I went to the DFMC runner recovery area, where I picked up my clothes, did a body wipe-down and changed, then got a fabulous massage which helped the calf cramps immensely. Finally I made my way upstairs, bypassing the soup and sandwiches set out for runners. When I walked into the family area, I didn’t see anyone I knew, but then Edward and Barry stood up in the back of the room and waved their arms, as I walked over, they all stood up and cheered, and I started crying. I hugged my Mom, my girls, Rose, and finally Edward. I was sad not to have seen him at Mile 25, and knew his race must not have been a great one time-wise, but hoped he’d enjoyed the experience, which he told me he had. We sat at the big round table there for a few minutes, talking about the amazing day, and then Edward and the girls and I got a photo by the DFMC photographer before we headed out.

Edward went back to Cambridge to get our car, and I walked to the T with the rest of the large group. The Orange Line security let me on the T at no charge. :-) We had hoped to take the Orange Line to Downtown Crossing, where we’d change to the Red Line and then catch a commuter train to Holbrook at South Station. The T trains were packed but running frequently. It looked like we were going to make it, but when we got up to South Station, we learned that the schedule we were going on was old and the next Holbrook-bound train wasn’t for an hour. So, we went back to the Red Line and fortunately did not have to wait long for another Braintree train. Shortly after our arrival at Quincy Adams, a bus arrived to take us to the Holbrook train station, where everyone had parked. It was a long bus ride, and Edward managed to walk back to Cambridge and drive to Holbrook about 20 minutes faster than it took us to get to Holbrook, but we were all happy to congregate at Meme’s. Sadly, we had to return to our hotel to catch this morning's early flight home to California.

On the plane right now. We are all exhausted. But it has been an amazing experience – one that will never be duplicated, even if I ever do run Boston again. The crowds, the will to “Take Back the City” and take back the joy of the race after last year’s tragedy, the experience of connecting to people through fundraising for Dana-Farber – it has all been incredible.