After a day of adventures in Salem and an amazing meal cooked by a friend on Saturday, I woke up early Sunday morning. It was humid but still pretty cool out-- not bad for running. I ate a banana, drank some water, got dressed, and put my contacts in. M. and I traveled down to the race start on the T. Probably at least half of the people on our train were other 10k runners. When we got to the race start, I found the information booth and picked up my packet without any difficulties. I pinned on my bib, had M. snap a couple of pictures and then made my way toward the back of the pack of about 4,000 participants.
|M. snapped a number of photos from the start and I'm actually in this one|
The only weird incident during the race was that somewhere around mile 2, when we had briefly split off of Commonwealth Ave. and were running in a residential area, a guy tried to drive down the street we were running on. Several runners gave him a piece of their mind and he started honking and was still trying to drive behind us. A block or so up we ran by a police officer at a traffic barricade, and I saw another runner go up to the officer to tell him what had happened and the officer started heading in that direction. I don't know what the end result was. I guess I had to encounter at least one stereotypical Masshole during my trip, and the award goes to the guy who tried to drive his car through a major road race.
|Stretching post-race at the Civil War Memorial in Boston Common|
*Note: "miscalculated the time" is a euphemism for being in the washroom.