Sorry if this report is a little long for just another 5k but it's a story I felt like sharing with you all.
So yesterday was my 7th race since March, so far I'm up to 7 races in 7 months. (If next month goes according to plan it will be 9 races in 8 months.) Yesterday's race was put on by this group called the Emerald Society, it's a Boston Police group. It was a halfway to St Patricks Day race with all the money going to a charity called Cops for Kids with Cancer. All the money goes to families of local kids with cancer to help them pay medical bills. So add in the fact that this race is run in the part of Boston my dad grew up in and it was a no brainer for my September run. (My grandfather and one of my uncles still live in the house they grew up in which was about a block from the race course.)
I met my parents at the race because they had gone away and went right to the race. My parents walked it and said the race was extremely walker friendly and that there was a good number of walkers. Now someone might not believe a person could be as absent minded as this but... I forgot to eat before the race. (It started at 11am.) Luckily they had plenty of food both before and after the race so I grabbed a quick light snack to eat. So when it was time to start the race I said bye to my parents and got in line with the runners. Just as the race started I looked over and saw my parents standing with my uncle. He'd come down to the start to see us and he was waving away. The sound system at the start was also blasting "Shipping Up to Boston" by the Dropkick Murphy's. They're a local band I love and this song just got me pumped. So just a little before the first mile marker I'm on the left side as we go around a bend and on the right side I see two of my aunts, another uncle, two of my young cousins and my grandfather all waving furiously to me and shouting.
Now I should cut in here and explain that my grandfather is very sick and has been for about nine years now. He had a stroke and went to see a doctor... the doctor said he wasn't and that he should just go home and rest. Turns out he had a stroke and it ended up affecting one side of his body and made him very week. He ended up developing dementia which we don't have a history of in our family and the doctors think it was related to the stroke. So nine years later he is very frail and his dementia can be better and worse depending. On "good" days he knows whats happened to him and so he hates to leave the house much and at this point needs to be in a wheelchair because he can't stand for long periods.
So my aunts had gotten him in his wheelchair and wheeled him two blocks down to see my run. I could see that while he knew I was running by that he couldn't pick me out in the crowd so I made my way over and gave him a hug and a kiss. My aunts were yelling at me to run, run. But as I did get back to running I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes. It meant a lot to have all of them there but having him there was just such an emotional thing for me.
The rest of the race went well, at one point there were bag pipers playing and it ran through this park area called the Arnold Arboretum which is an amazing area but it was almost all hills. I usually try to really push hard for the last half mile or so but I somehow missed the three mile marker and I couldn't see the finish till I was right on top of it. My time was ok but I realized I could have gone faster and I also had stopped at one point so my mom could take my picture. (The runners passed the walkers on the way towards the finish.) But I left feeling amazing because my family was all there. I did go back to find my parents after I finished and walked the last mile in with them.
I have to say for only the second year of this race it was really just so well run. After the race they had Irish preformers, a free beer for all 21+ participants, hoodsies(are these a local thing? man was I happy to have this at the end of the race) and they were doing a raffle for the charity. I bought a tee shirt from the Boston Police and they gave out really nice shirts for pre-registered runners. The course was well marked in terms of mile markers and they had signs telling you there were water stations coming up. They had people at mile one and two letting you know your time. I actually really hope to do this race again next year, it was just so well run and for such a good cause.
After the race my parents and I went to an apple orchard to get some cider donuts, some apple cider and some caramel apples. By the time I got home I was just wiped out but it was a great day and great weather for a race.
Oh and here's me at the T stop. (Boston's subway line.) This is the stop by the starting line and it's near my grandfather's house.