26.2 miles. Sometimes that distance can feel easy and accomplishable, and sometimes that distance can feel like 1,000 miles. A marathon all comes down to a perfect storm of everything going your way on that particular day. Even if you’ve trained, put the hours and mileage in – everything can unravel by just one thread. The weather has to be suited for you, you have to have something that settled on your stomach the night before, you have to have enough sleep, the right gear, hydrated, no injuries or flare-ups, your mind has to be in the right place…the list goes on and on.
26.2 miles. You can learn a lot about yourself in that distance. You have 3+ hours (give or take an hour or 2) to bargain with yourself, hurt, feel great, want to cry, wonder why you’re doing this, think happy thoughts, soak it in, get a little lost…among a lot of other feels. It’s amazing what the mind will do in only a few hours. The power of positive thinking is a real thing, and if you don’t believe that – go run a marathon and then we’ll talk.
26.2 miles People ask me why I run…. and why do I run marathons? (Answer to follow.) Do marathons hurt? Yes. Do you really have to train? Yes, if you want to somewhat enjoy it. Do I think YOU could do it? YES. So, going back to the first question…why do I run and do marathons in particular. I run because it’s my zen, it’s my “me” time, it’s where I figure things out or catch up with a friend or come up with song ideas. I run because I feel free. I run for others. I run because it’s a privilege. I run marathons because only 1% of the world’s population will ever run a marathon. While I’m on this earth – I may not make huge waves, but I want to live an extraordinary life and be an example that you really can accomplish anything if you 1. Want it badly enough and 2. Do it the right way. That is why I run.
26.2 miles. Humbles me… Every. Single. Time. If every race were easy and a good race – then PR’s wouldn’t mean so much… BQ ing wouldn’t mean so much… You have good days and you have bad days. Even on the bad days…especially on the bad days – I have to think about how I’ve always been a runner. If you run – you’re a runner. I didn’t become serious about trying to improve my time until last year. I had never even step foot on a track until last year. So, I went from a track virgin to a Boston qualifier in less than a year. If you’re reading this – let me be living proof that if you want something – really want something – no matter your age – you can do it. ANYTHING.
26.2 miles. BOSTON. This marathon was a tough one for me. I started out trying to run the 7:30 pace that my coach wanted me to and couldn’t maneuver around people…so for the first 4-5 miles I was mad and used up a lot of energy that I really needed later. I felt behind before I could even get ahead. I felt defeated before the race even really started. By mile 10 I knew I was too far behind to PR or to qualify again. It was HOT. It was HILLY. The medical tents were packed, and I didn’t want to be one that had to stop by one. At some point, I decided to try to enjoy it. I texted people, called a couple of people, took pictures, took Instagram stories and videos, and tried my hardest to soak it in. I knew I’d finish – not with a good time – but I’d finish. And that’s exactly what I did.
26.2 miles. Almost there. I rounded the corner on to Boylston and thought about all of the runners before me and those to come after me… I thought about the moment I qualified for this race… I thought about 2013 and the moment I heard and felt the boom in my chest from the bombs…. I soaked in all of the people on the sidelines yelling for me…. I looked at the man beside me who was injured and hobbling to the finish… I thought about my WHY. Did I have a good time? NO. Did I have a good run? YES. Would I want it any other way? Of course I’d prefer a better time, but all in all – I soaked it in. I am honored, I am grateful, I learned something with every mile, and I was reminded that I am STRONG. I am Boston Strong.
26.2 miles. BOSTON. I’ll be back for you again one day…