In 2010 , like my now husband Brian, I came home from the Boston Marathon with a finisher’s medal.
A year later? A cowbell.
Okay, maybe I am simplifying things just a bit. The previous year, with Brian running with me, I also came home with more respect than ever for the toll a marathon can take on both the mind and body. And as an on-looker in 2011, I came home with such awe and respect for everyone out there pushing themselves through the grueling 26.2 miles from Hopkinton to Boston.
I think it’s awesome Brian and I met through our common love of running, and I enjoy going to the same races together, but it’s also really fun to go to races as a spectator to support him.
There’s something magical about the energy of the crowds. And just like there’s no marathon like the Boston Marathon, there’s no crowd like the Boston Marathon crowd.
From that crowd, here is my view of Brian’s fourth Boston.
Brian and I arrived in Boston on Sunday, the day before the marathon.
We went to the race expo to pick up his number (and my number, too, even though I had decided a few weeks ago not to run because of the injuries I’d been dealing with), then we basically just hung out back at the hotel for the rest of the day so Brian could rest.
Since the race begins in Hopkinton and ends in Boston, buses take the athletes from Boston Common to the start of the race in the early morning on race day. We woke up at 5:15am so Brian could get ready and board the bus at 6:00am.
Once I saw him off, I went back to the hotel and waited for my parents. They were coming to support Brian, too, and we wanted to make sure we could get a good spot near the finish line on Boylston Street.
My parents got to Boston around 8:00am and met me at the hotel. We walked to the finish line and people were already lined up all along the course. We were able to find a spot for the three of us about a quarter mile from the finish line.
And then we waited.
The elite women went off at 9:30am, so they arrived a few minutes before noon. We were following the progress of the women on Twitter and Facebook, so we knew that American Desiree Davila and Kenyan Caroline Kilel would be neck and neck.
It was so exciting to watch them fly by us, knowing that an American woman had the chance to finish first at Boston – that hasn’t happened since 1985. Kilel ultimately finished three seconds ahead of Davila, but, wow. What a literal “race to the finish” to witness.
The elite men went off at 10:00am, along with the rest of the first wave of runners (which Brian was in). Once again, we were following along on our phones, so we knew American Ryan Hall wasn’t in contention to win, but he was putting forth an amazing effort. (I later saw he ran all but one of his 26 miles in under five minutes.)
With that excitement behind us, we were more than ready to see Brian run by. Based on the tracking I was able to do on my phone (SO helpful!), I knew he was averaging a little over seven minutes per mile, and would be coming in at around a 3:15 marathon pace. While we waited, we enjoyed looking out for a few other fast runners who we knew would be coming in, and managed to see all but one of them go by.
I knew Brian was wearing a bright neon yellow/green shirt, so my parents and I searched the sea of runners coming towards us for that first sign. My dad and I spotted Brian at just about the same time, so we all got our cameras ready, and I got my Flip camera all set up to film him coming by.
I cannot put into words just how loud the crowd was. Even the video linked below doesn’t do it justice. We were screaming Brian’s name at the top of our lungs, and he still almost didn’t hear us! Luckily he did, though, and we were so psyched to get him pointing at us as he ran the last few hundred meters to the finish line.
We ended up standing outside watching the race for over five hours, but it honestly didn’t even feel that long.
Running the Boston Marathon is an amazing experience. But being a spectator at the Boston Marathon is pretty exhilarating, too.
I posted a video on Youtube of the finish from our perspective.
I’m so proud of my marathon man on finishing his fourth Boston. Sure, between the two of us, he was the only one who brought home the finisher’s medal this year… but a cowbell is a pretty good consolation prize.
Jane Couto (Govednik)
Bristol, Rhode Island