Thursday, April 23, 2015

My Boston 2015 Story

Collin and I sat on the bus together again this year.  You’d think we’d have planned ahead and brought something to entertain us this time.  Something more entertaining than each other, but no, we sat there quietly every now and then commenting on the cloud coverage, politely listening to other people’s conversations around us. Our seats this year ended up right next to the toilet on the bus.  Convenient, but not.  Even though it was forecasted, it wasn’t until the rain started drizzling down the windows there in Hopkinton that reality settled in and we knew it was going to be a chilly, wet day for running.  It eased up for the start of the race which was a courteous thing to do; Collin and I got our pre-race photo taken, and our mile-ish walk from the bus to the starting line wasn’t hurried or uncomfortable.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Boston Marathon

…We keep moving forward.  Boston 2014.

I arrived in Boston “nervous and excited,” and that’s what I continued telling those who asked. I was as ready as I could be; the training was complete. I wanted to PR and I knew I could do it. I wasn't thinking about not PR’ing, but I knew I’d have a great race experience regardless.  There shouldn't have been any reason for me not to finish right around 3 hours or sub-3. Yeah. As much as I like to plan when my future PR’s are going to happen (haha?), sometimes, sometimes, you find the marathon does not in fact simply show up on your doorstep like some timely smiling brown box from Amazon (I realize RunningWarehouse may be more appropriate). So you swallow your giant-sized pride in a big choking gulp and figure out who the hell you are, all over again. The marathon is funny like that.  It’s good though. Sometimes you need a good smack in the face to make you realize what this race is about.  Yeah there are more difficult and longer races, but the marathon still deserves respect. It can be a struggle, it may bring pain and self-doubt making you question your mental toughness.  Sometimes this race is about everything in the world but you. I’ll get out from behind the pulpit – you guys know this, I know.  This is just me now realizing what the universe had in store for me…

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Blinders

It’s finally spring in Chicago. That doesn't really mean much, because snow is a constant threat save for maybe the middle of July. But the weather is gradually warming and noticeably so -- the lows aren't so low and the highs are getting higher. Runners are reappearing on the lakefront path, and not just on Saturday mornings, but around the clock Monday through Friday.  The water taxis have been spotted and I've even seen the Spirit of Chicago out on the lake. Only things left now are turning on the fountains and opening of the hotdog stands (where I’ll sometimes grab a Gatorade).