On Friday at 4 A.M I awoke to the sound of my alarm. Quick turned on the shower, and hopped in by 4:30 A.M I was out the door on my way to the Airport. I was heading to Boston Logan International. In retrospect maybe I should have left on Thursday. My flight leaves at 7:30 A.M and arrives through Philly at 10:30 A.M. That was good timing I thought but Murphy's Law has a way of making it's self relevant.
After waiting two and a half hours for my delayed bag to finally make it to the airport my journey finally begins. As I am not 25 years of age I am not able to rent a car on my travels. Therefore since I am in Boston I thought I'd check out the public transportation, and the off left field remark from the information desk clerk about it costing over 100 bucks to reach Wakefield.
I hopped onto the #22 bus. Off it shuttles me to the Subway system. I was more confused at that point than ever, so I asked the kind transit cop if she could help me figure this out. Thanks to her I did just that. After swapping the lines a little bit I finally made it to North Station.
From North Station I would connect with a commuter train to take me to the Suburbs. That train as I was quick to find out, wasn't running as often as the subway. After an hour and some change, I commence to board the commuter rail. Six stops later I made it to Wakefield. Arriving the same time was the rain clouds.
The second I stepped foot off of the train, I was soaked. After searching frantically I realized there is no taxi service in Wakefield, Ma. Finding an overhang I took a look at the yellow pages to check for cab service, still nothing. After around a half of an hour, I gave up and called the hotel. They calmly mentioned they had a service they could call. 25 minutes later the courtesy shuttle from the hotel shows up. A very nice gesture from the Wakefield, Ma Sheraton Inn.
After a very short shuttle ride I arrive at the hotel. If you noticed the time elapse it is now nearing 4 P.M. A quick bite to eat, and I hop into a cab and head for the race registration.
I arrive at the lake, pick up my packet, and mingle a little bit. Before I know it, it's 7 P.M race time. Since in the Ultra division, I was split off from the marathon group.
After a short race brief we were off on the 3.14 mile road around the lake. My first and second loops were very brief. It was only once I started settling in and the night fell that I started getting quite delusional. As I have already felt this is due to a lack of mental stimulation, not to mention that I had been up for going on 17 + hours. After the sky was completely dark, I decided to walk to keep the strength up for later.
Around Midnight is when it all fell apart. The chafing in between my legs had gotten pretty bad, and the Vaseline, I had been using wasn't working anymore. I had also not eaten much earlier throughout the day, and it was slowly catching up with me. Luckily I wasn't the only one feeling kind of rough.
I started keeping conversations with people that were in my state. After 5 laps I met up with Chrissy Stevens from New York who was commencing at a similar pace, we talked quite a bit about family, and running and such. Before I knew it I had invested 11 Laps into this race. I had finished. After being awake for 25 + hours already, I finally traveled back to the hotel and went to sleep. Not quite the 100 miles I expected, but if things would have went my way with the travel arrangements maybe things would have been different.
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