Congratulations ROX
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I guess I just assumed you had the mental capacity to recall a conversation you were involved in regarding education a short time ago...my bad. you are less intelligent than I even thought...that's a trick.
yes....we've recently discussed schools in Nebraska, the Netherlands or relating to any of the abbreviations GK provided as well recently. I just need to keep in mind what board I am on, and type very clearly and spell things out.....and even then pray the simpletons on here understand.
We did, I said in the Northeast not NE. Notice I didn’t use abbreviations because I’m smart enough to know that NE has many different meanings, unlike you moron.
well as I read over the thread, I see even Rifle deduced it fairly quickly and explained it to you....but we all agree he is smarter than you. Deductive reasoning is a good skill to have. I mean look at you, you recall the conversation about northeast education (recent one at that) yet think I am talking about Nebraska when you tried to deduce what I meant. I take that back, you weren't that dense, but despite recalling the conversation you thought knowing the state abbreviation was some great gift of knowledge and that someone might actually think the abbreviation for NY is NE.
I'm glad you have your kids in that great education system so they just might over come that gene pool.
You do realize that you don't have to take things back on computers, right, before posting them? There are backspace/delete buttons which allow you to "take back" things you type before posting them.
If this was your attempt at entertainment/humor, I will once again insist that you stick to simply liking posts and not posting.
thanks! Rifle's routine is catching on. Nice change up with the dumbass, he usually goes with moron. In any case, the important thing is the children overcome that bad hand they've been dealt.
that's very clever. who would have thought, delete or backspace. my, my, you are the smart one.
Thanks, guys. That was fvcking miserable. Never been colder in my life.
Took an Uber to Boston Common to ride the bus out to Hopkinton to the start. It was 37 degrees, pissing rain with a steady 35 mph wind from the east (Hopkinton to Boston is east-to-west) and a "feels like" temperature of 23 degrees. The bus ride was an hour and was the best part of my day. Arrive at the athletes village which is a large field of mud. It was over an hour until my wave started (luckily I was in wave 1 which started first), and I stood in 4 inches of mud, which was over the top of my shoes, shivering, cold and soaking wet somehow with throwaway clothes on and a poncho.
There are 4 waves and 8 corrals in each wave. You are assigned a wave and corral according to your qualifying time. The elites are wave 1 corral 1 and each corral is a bit slower. I was in wave 1 corral 6, which is mostly people who ran a 2:55-3:05 marathon to qualify for Boston. With so much time to kill before the race, I start chatting up some other guys around me. I meet John from London. He ran a 2:59 at Berlin to qualify. He asks me what my plan was and I told him I'm just going to try to cruise it and finish. He agreed with the game plan and we decided to run together so we could draft one another if the wind was as bad as we feared.
Our wave is called and we make the 1 mile walk from the athletes village to the starting line. It is raining fvcking buckets. I've never stood outside in rain that hard in my life. My shoes were now completely clean from the mud I was standing in. The wind is probably around 30 mph at this point and it is miserable. I can't wait to start so I can feel my toes again. They were completely numb at the start.
The race starts and John and I are cruising down the decline in Hopkinton. The race starts downhill and you can get in trouble if you start out too fast. That wasn't an issue for us because John's shoe came untied and we had to stop for 30 seconds for him to tie it. Start back and end up with around a 7:15 mile. I wanted to be around 6:45, but really wasn't sweating it. I knew no records were going to be broken that day.
Around mile 10 I'm getting psyched out. We're still on the flats before the Newton hills and my left quad felt numb. I weighed probably 15 lbs heavier from my rain-soaked clothes, and my bib was on my left leg. Around the 13 mile mark I determined that it wasn't actually numb, it was just my bib was stuck to my leg from the water and it was freezing cold. My pace was slowing at this point. I went from running all sub-7:30 miles to 7:45ish miles, and the hills were just starting. I hate life and just want to finish at this point. My pace slowed down to 8:00 miles and I didn't care.
Around mile 17 I'm noticing that I'm passing a lot of people and start to purge the thoughts of quitting from my mind. I get a little more energy knowing that I have less than 10 miles remaining. That's an easy run I thought. Heartbreak hill was a bit of a joke at mile 21. At this point I'm blowing by people and start to feel pretty good. Knowing that mile 21 was the last hill on the course, I was able to run 7:45ish miles for the rest of the race, finishing relatively strong for how I felt from miles 10-18.
Ended up running an official 3:21 and an unofficial 3:20 (my watch; not sure where the discrepancy lies). It was the third slowest marathon I've ever run, but I felt decent about it given the conditions.
Took an Uber to Boston Common to ride the bus out to Hopkinton to the start. It was 37 degrees, pissing rain with a steady 35 mph wind from the east (Hopkinton to Boston is east-to-west) and a "feels like" temperature of 23 degrees. The bus ride was an hour and was the best part of my day. Arrive at the athletes village which is a large field of mud. It was over an hour until my wave started (luckily I was in wave 1 which started first), and I stood in 4 inches of mud, which was over the top of my shoes, shivering, cold and soaking wet somehow with throwaway clothes on and a poncho.
There are 4 waves and 8 corrals in each wave. You are assigned a wave and corral according to your qualifying time. The elites are wave 1 corral 1 and each corral is a bit slower. I was in wave 1 corral 6, which is mostly people who ran a 2:55-3:05 marathon to qualify for Boston. With so much time to kill before the race, I start chatting up some other guys around me. I meet John from London. He ran a 2:59 at Berlin to qualify. He asks me what my plan was and I told him I'm just going to try to cruise it and finish. He agreed with the game plan and we decided to run together so we could draft one another if the wind was as bad as we feared.
Our wave is called and we make the 1 mile walk from the athletes village to the starting line. It is raining fvcking buckets. I've never stood outside in rain that hard in my life. My shoes were now completely clean from the mud I was standing in. The wind is probably around 30 mph at this point and it is miserable. I can't wait to start so I can feel my toes again. They were completely numb at the start.
The race starts and John and I are cruising down the decline in Hopkinton. The race starts downhill and you can get in trouble if you start out too fast. That wasn't an issue for us because John's shoe came untied and we had to stop for 30 seconds for him to tie it. Start back and end up with around a 7:15 mile. I wanted to be around 6:45, but really wasn't sweating it. I knew no records were going to be broken that day.
Around mile 10 I'm getting psyched out. We're still on the flats before the Newton hills and my left quad felt numb. I weighed probably 15 lbs heavier from my rain-soaked clothes, and my bib was on my left leg. Around the 13 mile mark I determined that it wasn't actually numb, it was just my bib was stuck to my leg from the water and it was freezing cold. My pace was slowing at this point. I went from running all sub-7:30 miles to 7:45ish miles, and the hills were just starting. I hate life and just want to finish at this point. My pace slowed down to 8:00 miles and I didn't care.
Around mile 17 I'm noticing that I'm passing a lot of people and start to purge the thoughts of quitting from my mind. I get a little more energy knowing that I have less than 10 miles remaining. That's an easy run I thought. Heartbreak hill was a bit of a joke at mile 21. At this point I'm blowing by people and start to feel pretty good. Knowing that mile 21 was the last hill on the course, I was able to run 7:45ish miles for the rest of the race, finishing relatively strong for how I felt from miles 10-18.
Ended up running an official 3:21 and an unofficial 3:20 (my watch; not sure where the discrepancy lies). It was the third slowest marathon I've ever run, but I felt decent about it given the conditions.
Sounds like a lot of fun. What did you do for a follow up, go back to the hotel and shove bamboo splinters under your nails?
I went from laughing to feeling bad for you to wanting to run a marathon . . . for a mile or two.
Approximately how many people are in each corral? I imagine each corral is pretty crowded? Is wave 1 corral 1 pretty thin so that the professionals aren't running on top of each other? How much time passes before the next corral starts? Are they so close that it is common for somebody from a slower corral to run a good race and pass numerous runners who have a bad race from a higher rated corral? Did you catch yourself looking at John's ass while drafting behind him to help pass the time?
There are 1000 people in each corral. The elites are numbered 1-100, and the rest of wave one corral one is 101-1000. Corral two is 1001-2000 and so on. Your number is based on your qualifying time, so runner #1 had the fastest qualifying time of all entrants. My number was 5751, and the slowest person in my corral (number 6000) had a qualifying time of 3:03. The corrals are pretty crowded, but since people are for the most part lined up by how fast they are, it's pretty efficient. All of wave one starts at the same time -- 10am -- but for me, I was about 100 yards from the starting line being in corral 6. Your official time doesn't start until you cross the mat and the chip timer on your bib is read.
Yes, people from slower corrals regularly beat those in the faster corrals. I was reading a post on reddit yesterday about an "average" runner (not really average, just not an elite professional) who passed one of the Africans who has run a 2:06 marathon before. Then there's the story of the regular guy who led the first mile of the Boston Marathon a few years ago. It's a good read:
https://www.runnersworld.com/races/who-was-the-dad-leading-the-boston-marathon-at-mile-one
The elites are 1-100, which is its own corral technically. 101-1000, the rest of corral 1, are the sub-elites.
I have to imagine it stunk pretty bad in those stalls. 1,000 per stall. Everybody standing in mud, sweaty, and trying to push out those last few farts before the gun sounds. Then add in the foreigners to the mix. Damn.
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