Sunday, April 28, 2013

My week in running and other exciting things

This week I tried to do a lot of running.  With that half marathon only 4 weeks away, I want to get in as many long distance runs as I possibly can.  I went for a nice little 5 mile run on Wednesday, a 2.6 on Saturday, and another 5.2(ish) on Sunday (today).  Not the BEST, but not the worst.  I'll be heading out again tomorrow as well.  I'm thinking on Wednesday I'll do a longer one, at least 6, and then maybe next weekend get out another 9 - 11 miler.  My goal is to make it to 13 at least once before going into the half.


I've also volunteered to help stuff packets for the half on May 21, from 5 - 10 pm.  Since
they've had such a boom in registration and the races are now sold out, there is a major need for more volunteers.  If you live in the Boston area and want to lend a hand, you can visit this website and see what positions they need help filling.  There are race day and pre-race day positions available.
But, the most exciting news of the week came from an early morning walk with Ryan.  We took the dogs for a sunrise walk on the beach and he proposed! It was all very lovely and I'm super excited to get married and bug him with my running for the rest of our lives ;)
Here are some pictures from the morning, and some race maps from this week. Sadly, my ring was too big so I had to send it off to get resized.  Wahhhhh!

Ryan is sad because his life is ruined ;)
Just kidding, he's super happy too

We tried to get the dogs in the picture.  It ALMOST worked.  That white spot is the top of Stella's head.

Ryan's ring.



Sunday, April 21, 2013

Back to normal?

I will start by saying that Friday was the craziest day I have ever experienced.  All day I exchanged messages with various friends and none of us could find any words appropriate to describe what was happening.  Instead, we just kept throwing out, this is crazy, sh*t is going down, this sh*t just got real, and where is he.  Of course, sh*t was going down, but sh*t really only got real once.  There were a few false alarms, which many of us picked up via police scanners.  At two different points you could hear reports of someone on the ground in cuffs, so naturally we all assumed it was the suspect. But, let's rewind for those of you not in Massachusetts.
We went to bed Thursday night with pictures of suspect #1 and suspect #2 released by the FBI.  Usually I go to bed around 10:30/11.  So, I turned off the t.v. after watching a show on the DVR and went to sleep.  Meanwhile, a completely unexpected and really, inexplicable story was beginning to play out. Around 4 a.m. on Friday morning I woke up to the tv on in the bedroom. Ryan never turns the t.v. on upstairs, because he gets up much earlier than I do, albeit never 4 a.m. early.  Not being fully awake and still completely unaware, I sleepily asked him what he was doing. His response was simple but effective in waking me up immediately.  "Suspect 1 is dead and suspect two is on the run."  That sentence did it.  I shot up and put on my glasses, now glued to the t.v. screen.  As breaking news continued to flash across the screen, ABC news anchors got me up to speed.
The original story went as follows.  Around 10:30 Thursday night, suspect 1 and 2 robbed a 7/11 in Cambridge.  From there they continued on, shooting an MIT police officer dead in his cruiser, high-jacking a Mercedes SUV, letting the car owner out at a gas station, and continuing on into Watertown, where a shootout occurred.  The suspects were throwing bombs and grenades at the police, as well as shooting.  Of course, the officers were shooting back, in an attempt to get the suspects down, not necessarily dead, but down.  In the course of the shoot-out, suspect 1 was killed.  Suspect 2 ditched the SUV and fled on foot.  Suspect 1 was taken to Beth Isreal and was declared dead around 1:35 a.m.
From 1:35 to 4 a.m. when I woke up, it didn't seem like much more had progressed.  Suspect 2 was thought to be in the Watertown area, though it seemed impossible to find him.  Around 5 a.m., the governor locked down all T services, basically eliminating the possibility of anyone on foot fleeing to far.  No trains and no buses doesn't leave you a lot of options after all.  Soon after, police were asking residents of Watertown and many surrounding towns to Shelter in Place.  If you work in a public service, you know that basically means lockdown.  Personally, even if that hadn't been the case, if I lived in those towns, I certainly wouldn't have left my house on Friday for anything.  There was possibly a crazy person on the loose, with bombs and guns and who knows what else.  As the day wore on, more information came out about the two suspects.  We learned who the boys were and where the boys had come from.  We learned that they were brothers, and that one was a US citizen.   News stations went to known family members in the surrounding states, where we learned that their Uncle felt them to be losers, their sister, very nice boys, and their father, angels.  We learned that one was 26 and one was 19.  We found out that the 19 year old had actually driven over his brother in an attempt to flee after the shoot out.  What we didn't learn was why they had planted bombs and more importantly at that moment, WHERE suspect 2 was.
I sat in the house, with the tv on loud enough to hear it in any room, hoping for some information, the report that the suspect had been caught.  Police scanners were broadcast over the internet and subsequently taken down, by Boston PD when it was discovered that perhaps the broadcast was compromising the positions of the officers and making it difficult to actually find the suspect.  As SWAT teams and 1000s of police officers moved methodically through the neighborhood, searching homes and clearing homes, I think everyone was getting increasingly anxious.  The entire town and it's surrounding areas were deserted.  Everyone was inside, giving the police officers their streets, something I think everyone was glad to do.  (I should hope so anyways.) But yet, no sign of this 19 year old boy.  I did all my laundry and cleaned the house a bit, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore, so I went for a run.
My plan all along had been to go for a 10 mile run on Friday morning.  When I heard the news though, I couldn't have left the t.v. if I tried.  But, by 2:00 pm, I was just tired of watching the same coverage and I'll be honest, I was pretty sure he had escaped.  I had no idea how, but I was sure he was gone.  So I went for my run, making it 9.5 in an hour and forty five minutes.  Not a great time, but at least I did something.  Then, I went to the grocery store.  I got home around 4.  The news was unchanged.  Suspect 2 was no where to be found.  More texts were exchanged.  People were nervous and anxious.  A few hours later, city officials and police took Watertown off lockdown.  They opened up the T for service, asking people to be vigilant.  (There is no way I would've ridden the T that night, but that was just my opinion.)  Just as I was texting my friends that it was a disappointing end, I got a message from a different friend that simply said, Channel 7, shots fired in Watertown.  I immediately flipped back to the news and put on the police scanner, which was back on air.  From that moment, sh*t got real.  Really real.  You just knew, this was it.  They had a thermal scanner of a body in a boat.  No one knew if the body was dead or alive, but it was a body, in the boat, which is more than we had in a hours.  One or so hours later, the suspect was caught.  He was alive and he was in custody.  I think we all hoped he would be alive, because we all wanted answers, and two dead suspects would tell us nothing.
All in all, it was the most absurd day I think many of us had ever lived, and that includes 9/11.  Not on the same scale, it was just something that had never happened before.  Entire cities were locked down so we could catch a criminal. Swarms of police and federal officials were covering the cities. A force like that has never been seen before around here, and honestly, I'm not sure it's ever been seen anywhere.  It was a crazy end to a very surreal week.  Four people are dead.  Four people who did not deserve to die when they did.  Four people who were all younger or the same age, as me. Many people are still hospitalized, some are still in critical condition, including one MBTA officer, who was shot right before the shoot out began.
I've heard and read a lot about this manhunt and these two suspects.  People wonder how a nice boy went bad.  Some people even pity him.  To those people, I hope they remember, he killed innocent bystanders.  He made a conscious choice to put down a bag with a bomb in it, in a crowd of people, knowing full well the consequences of his actions.  Furthermore, he killed and attempted to kill police officers.  He is not be pitied.  He is not criminally insane, but acted in full possession of his faculties.  Anyone who walks into a crowd of people and leaves a bomb beside an 8 year old child, is not to be pitied.  You do not have to hate him. Hate will not change history and it will not bring anyone back, but you should not pity him either.
The best I can offer is hope.  Hope that he confesses.  Hope that he tells us exactly why he did this.  Hope that he is, in some way, sorry for the pain he tried to rain down upon a great city.  Do not hate, but do not pity.  Hope that his story makes you a better person.  Hope it makes you treat others with more compassion, lend a hand when someone needs it, and stick together as Boston has done so magnificently this week.   Two brothers tried to conquer our city this week, for what, we do not know.  But they failed.  They failed greater than they could ever have imagined, by creating a community united as one.  A community ready to lockdown just so they could be caught.  A community ready to say, we will run again, and we will run faster, and longer, just because you thought we couldn't.
This is a photo my cousin took Friday night, after suspect 2 was caught.  The crosses represent Martin, Lu, and Krystle, though Sean deserves one as well, and may have one by now.  This memorial continues to grow each day. Though soon BPD will be moving it to Copely Square, they will not be getting rid of it. Just another way to prove Boston has won.
And so now, we should go back to normal. Whatever normal can be now, we should return.  Though we await answers and justice, life resumes.  For most of us.  Some will never have the same life again, and for that I am deeply sorry.  So can it ever really go, back to normal?

Thursday, April 18, 2013

The latest from Boston

If you've been on any social media site this week, you've seen the Boston Strong logos, the photos with "you messed with the wrong city" superimposed over them.  I know you've seen the press releases from former and current Boston citizens that tell you over and over again, if you haven't experienced the city, you couldn't possibly understand it, and I'll say it with them, because, in all honesty, they're 100% correct.
It's not just Marathon Monday, it's Boston as a collective whole.  I'll be the first to admit, there are times when I have absolutely hated this city.  I spent my elementary school field trips navigating through the Big Dig.  I've been cut off by someone who decided to bang a left at the last minute, sans blinker, from the far right hand lane.  Anyone who grew up anywhere close to Boston has the same laments I do.  That much is certain.  And, just like everyone, we've all done exactly what we hate the rest of Boston for doing. No blinker when changing lanes? Asshole. Forget the fact that you did two streets back, this person in front of you clearly has no idea how to drive.  Yankees in town for the weekend? Forget about it, you can't walk two feet without hearing Yankees suck, even when, let's be honest, they most definitely didn't. The people at the bar are too drunk at 3 am, but really, wasn't that you at some point as well?  Chances are, if you were college aged and in Boston, you were at one point, stumbling around the streets eating $1.00 teriyaki from Hong Kong's. That's Boston life.  Loathing and loving all that you are, in immediate succession.
Maybe it's classic younger sibling syndrome.  We know we're no New York and we're damn proud of it, though maybe slightly jealous.  For what reason though?  Boston is the heart of America.  You cannot argue with that logic.  It was one of the first cities founded, the first to start the fight to make America the land of the free and the home of the brave. The minutemen, a hodge-podge militia hid behind rocks and took shots at a well trained army and eventually, drove them out of town.  Doesn't that tell you something about the spirit of Boston, of Massachusetts?  It should.
Perhaps it's because we know we are a smaller city, we feel like we have more to live up to.  We are the children of Irish and Italian immigrants.  We are hard-headed and stubborn, to a fault, if you ask the rest of the world.  If we are sure we are the best, we are, and we don't need any championships to back that up.  (Let's be honest, the Yankees suck chant proved that more than anything.)  Boston is like the Bantam cock strutting around the hen house.  Small in stature, but loud and proud, always ready for a fight.  Screw with this city and you've earned a one way ticket to hater-ville.  Just ask Whitey Bulger.
This is why if you're not from Boston, you just wouldn't understand.  Where else can a city collectively hate, and collectively forgive one man for a simple baseball error.  Seriously. Boston drove a man OUT, for letting a ball roll through his legs.  (I'm not proud of that, sorry Bill Buckner.)  Just one simple error, it didn't even hurt anyone, just left an emotional wound on a long suffering cursed city.  Imagine if you will then, two people who actually did hurt the city.  Not in a metaphorical sense, but actually wounded people, killed people.  These two young men, as we've come to find out, seem to be under the impression that they will get away with this.  Maybe they believe that they can actually hide.  HIDE.  From Boston.  A city that wouldn't forgive Billy Buckner until 2004.  Hide from a city who is collectively, with the world behind us, looking for them.  Hide from a city built on stubborn Irish and Italian, and many other national prides.  To you two disgusting examples of human beings, I have just a few words. Good luck, love Boston.
Here are the pictures for anyone who thinks that they can help.
http://boston.cbslocal.com/2013/04/18/authorities-release-images-of-boston-marathon-bombing-suspects/
This is suspect 1




Suspect 2


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Boston, you're my home

This morning I went for a run, because I can.  Because so many other people can't right now.  Because I had friends at the finish line who's lives have been changed forever (No physical injuries, but 150 feet from the bomb leaves some emotional scars I'm sure.)  Because there was an 8 year old boy and his family at the finish line, and the family will never see him again.  Because Boston is the backdrop to my run at least once a week, so it seemed important to go out and run that route today.  There are tons of reasons why I went for a run today, these are just some of the few.  As I was running, I decided to go that extra mile.  I had too.  There are people in hospitals in Boston who maybe will never get to go another mile on their own again.  This time I changed my route though.  Usually I go up to Swampscott and back, but today I went around Nahant.  The view of Boston across the bay from Nahant is gorgeous and it was a constant reminder of why I had to keep running.  It also seemed incredibly important to use Charity Miles today.  Even though I use the app almost every time I run, there was no question about it today.  I ran for Wounded Warriors, which seemed fitting.
My intent was to run at least 4 miles.  Sadly, when I was heading back down the beach, about a half mile from my car, I happened upon a dead seal in the middle of the beach.  At first I wasn't sure if it was a seal or just a giant piece of trash, so I turned course and went to check it out.  Upon arrival, I confirmed that it was a seal, and after that, I had to do something.  I wasn't sure who to call, being in the middle of the beach and all, so I opted for Lynn Animal Control.  I waited with that seal for at least a half an hour, but still no one had shown up.  I hope by now the poor animal has been removed.  It was an immensely sad sight, seeing this lovely creature beached and alone.  There usually aren't any seals this far North, so I'm not sure where it came from, but I hope if there are others out there, that the New England Aquarium is aware of the situation and can save others from the same fate.
All in all, I made it about 3.5 miles running and then added the extra .5 on after leaving the seal behind. Along the way, I took some pictures of my route, so you can see what a nice view I usually have of Boston.  I'm also including a picture of my charity miles, which I edited just slightly, to a song that I found to be incredibly fitting.  Enjoy!

The view as I came down a hill in Nahant.

The bottom of the hill, Boston in the background.  It's much clearer in person than in these pictures.






Monday, April 15, 2013

Marathon Monday madness

Marathon Monday may not be a holiday in any other part of the U.S, but here in Boston, it is historic. Not only do thousands of people come out to run the marathon, but thousands come to spectate as well.  The Sox play a day game at 11:00 and Lexington/Concord does a reenactment of the first shots of the American Revolution.  So the last thing you EVER expect to hear about is a bombing at the finish line of the marathon.
There are no words to describe the energy and excitement of the Boston Marathon.  To watch is to be inspired and I can't even imagine what it must feel like to run.  People line the ENTIRE route, not just the finish line, to cheer on the runners. Sure, many college students use it as a party day, but even that energy is amazing.  It really is a day unto itself, that one cannot understand if s/he has never experienced Boston. So it is absolutely horrifying to watch the news, see the buildings blow out, hear about the gruesome injuries, and find that at least 2 are actually dead.  I can't imagine, doing something so amazing in your life, and possibly losing it all, feet before the finish line.
Some of my friends were spectating at the finish line, but ran when they heard the explosions.  Personally, I opted out of that this year.  I almost went to Heartbreak hill and then head in to Boston, but my visit to my cousin ran over, so I decided not to go in after all.  There is NOTHING I am more grateful for right now than that decision.  If I had decided to meet my friends in Boston, who knows where I might be right now.
I have no other words for the horror in Boston right now.  I pray that everyone who is injured comes back strong in the next few years and does not let something as disgusting as this ruin their life.  To those who are still out running, who have been diverted down a different street, I hope you  stay strong and run it through as proof that Boston does not falter, and never bows down to terror. Stay strong Boston.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Frozen Shamrock

Remember that race from February that was postponed?  Today was the reschedule.  Even though it wasn't quite so frozen anymore, it was a nice race.  To be honest, I wasn't even really looking forward to running today.  I know I had too, but it was just one of those days.  But, I went out and did it anyways, which was necessary, because you know, if you spend the money, you might as well make it to the race right?  Anyways, I've been trying to do some speed training, which is as miserable as it sounds.  Basically, I take my normal pace and run down the beach.  At random intervals, usually between two telephone poles, I sprint, or at least, attempt to.  The theory is that speeding up for random intervals will increase lung power and endurance, overall making your running faster.  Supposedly running up and down large hills 5/6 times during a run will do the same.  Neither option is ideal, lets be serious.  But, I've been hoping to get my time down under 9 minutes, since I feel like I've been stuck there for a few months, so I've been out there doing it.  Not often, maybe once a week, which is not as often as I want to do it.  I'm hoping that combined with long runs, it will all pay off. (It sort of did last week in an unrelated note.  I went to the beach to run and happened to stumble into the new David O. Russell film being shot.  That's right, Christian Bale, Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence, and some others were filming across the street from where I was running.  BONUS!)
Well, anyways, the gist of it is that I've been working on increasing my speed and decreasing my time.  Here's the good news.  Today I ran the 5K in 24:40.  Yes, that's right.  From 27/28 down to 24.  That's at least a minute off each mile.  Before you ask, it wasn't totally flat.  There was a nice hill right after the first mile.  Here's my official stats, according to coolrunning.

 191  14/81   F2029   ALLISON RUNYAN   24:37.9  8:13    8:19.0   16:16.4   24:44.1 
That's 191 overall, out of over 700 people, 14 of 81 people in my age group. My time is 24:37, gun time is 24:44.   Basically, a fantastic run.  The best I've had so far.  I am super pumped for this new time, but a little worried about it too. Now I expect myself to run any 5K at that speed so if I don't, I will be disappointed in myself.  Anyways, that's my brag for the day.  Here are some pictures from the race.  Ryan was loving enough to come with me and wait for me at the finish line, so he took the pictures too.  



Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Halfsies

As of 5:30 pm today I am officially registered for a half marathon. I'm still on the fence about being excited for it.  The farthest I've gone so far is still the 9 miles back in February.  Sure, I've increased some of my weekly runs to be 5 or 6 miles, but mostly I've still been sticking to 5ks.  But on May 26, 2013, like it or not, I will be running a half marathon through Boston.
Registration for the Disney Marathon opened up today too and I really want to register.  The problem with that is being able to make it down there next year.  Plane tickets can be expensive, plus the stay in Disney.  This is one that I have to think about and really consider, but I REALLY want to run it.
I've also signed up for the Color me Rad, coming to Massachusetts in July.  I did the Color Run last year and it was fun, so I'm pretty excited for this one.  I think that's about it for races I've signed up for recently.  Other than that I've just been running the Will Run for Beer Series and working on improving my time.  I really wanted to get it down under a 27, even if it was just a little bit down.  Unfortunately, I haven't been able to do that yet.  I ran on Sunday and I felt like I was going along great, but the finish line time told me differently.  Yesterday I did some speed training at the beach, but it actually increased my time overall....WTF?  While I was at the beach though, I did happen to see the new David O. Russell film being made.  It was a star-filled afternoon, I'm pretty positive that Christian Bale was there, and I know Bradley Cooper was.  I wasn't expecting to run into a movie set so that was pretty neat.
Since the weather is getting nicer, which means no more pockets :(, I've been looking for something to wear while running to hold my stuff.  Usually I need something to hold my phone, some gum or energy beans, and keys.  I found a running belt pack at Olympia Sports so I bought that, but after seeing pictures of it, I'm not sure I want to keep wearing it!  It looks like I'm wearing a fanny pack!!! Embarrassing.  I'm going to continue using it for now though, and just keep an eye out for something smaller but just as functional.  I'll leave you with a picture so you can see what I mean.

Seriously...basically a fanny pack.  It didn't help that I was loaded down with chili, free waters, and a t-shirt.  This is post-race as we were check our results.

This is just a good picture.