On (literally) running Boston: for realz!

This is what post-Boston marathoners look like.

Duder, being perplexed, asks Kimby for clarification on the name she ran under.  She doesn't know: maybe Kimby got married or divorced.
Kimby's not forthcoming.
Duder talks to her Ironman coworker and expresses her concern about what seems to be shaping up as a giant lie on Kimby's part.  Her coworker is also upset that someone would lie about doing Ironman, which is basically one of the most epic and physically challenging events that anyone can put themselves through.
So Duder's coworker, Ironwoman, comes across Kimby in the coffee room and asks her some perfunctory questions about her Ironman experience.  Again: the answers are vague and off-putting, and when Ironwoman asks what Kimby's time was for the race, Kimby says she's going to be late for work and has to go.
Really?
Duder sleeps on this.  And by this, I mean that Duder loses sleep over this.
Who lies about running the Boston marathon?  Who lies about Ironman?  Who lies about something that is so easily researchable.  Does Kimby think she is earning Duder's respect by saying she did a very vaunted race twice where Duder only did it once?
Duder wakes up a dumb fuck o'clock, obsessing about this.  She sends a light hearted email to Kimby wondering, again, what Kimby's Boston times were, since she can't find them.
Kimby responds that she'll "have to check her files" and that her "friends were able to find them".
Duder goes to the BAA website and finds the database of results going back to 2001 and emails Kimby that there's no need to go through her "files" as all the results can be found at this link.  And so what were her Boston times?
And?
Nothing.
No response.