|at start-ready to kick butt|
That is it...that is the amount of time I missed qualifying for Boston...13 stinking seconds!! So many things I sit here now and question if it was the right decision and why in the world could I not pull out .05 second per mile over the course of that run yesterday. I had all things going for me at the start of the race-I felt great, weather was perfect, tummy was settled and I had a great night sleep. I was there at the start of my second marathon ever and was ready to throw down!!
I woke up this morning and remembered how I ran over to my cheering family two times out of my straight line of running to drop off layers of clothing while running and give high fives...and get my energy going! Where those trips 13 seconds of time...water under the bridge but totally messing with my head.
|fuzzy math at mile 25|
I then decided that I am okay...I can still qualify with something over 3:35...and then we got to mile 22....and I heard a large group of people behind me...it was the 3:40 pace group. UGH! I then told myself they started a little after we started so as long as I keep them in my sight I will be under 3:40. Mile 26 NEVER seemed to arrive...my watch had beeped for 26 but their marker was no where in sight. I did not see the 3:40 group anywhere. I knew I was off a bit but this was not in my mental plans of making it under the 3:40 time.
|mile 26 marker|
The last time I ran a marathon was in 2009...just for fun...did 4:17.44...this was a HUGE PR for me and my first real attempt at trying to qualify. I should be proud! I walked to get my pic taken with my medal and just kept telling myself to keep moving to find my crew. I made it to a field of grass and started to stretch out my legs...I knew I had to sit down. By the time they found me my teeth had started chattering and the leg cramps were in full swing. I then laid down on the grass on a blanket with two sweatshirts on and more covering my body while Ben tried his best to rub out the cramps. My body had nothing left and was tired...I had given it my all.
|Splits for 26.49 Miles|
|cousins and aunt and uncle|
|great art work awaiting me from friends|
Embrace the suck...choose you...and don't let 13 seconds hold you back from feeling proud and trying even harder next time!