Let me just start at the end:
I did NOT BQ.
Here’s the rest of the story:
I was doing well with only a little numbness in my left foot for the early miles. I could taste my Boston Marathon Qualification. I stayed focused, relaxed but steady.
But somewhere around the half way mark, the numbness changed to pain. I persisted, hoping that it would pass. I didn’t pass though; the pain got worse and I was losing momentum. I passed my family (Big Sis, Bro and his family) around mile 15. The pain was so intense that I nearly missed them. Shortly after, I stopped to stretch my calf muscle and felt my foot seize up with each release of the stretch.
Then my mind began to contemplate the options. It was clear at this point that I would not be getting my BQ. My head was not defeated, it was rational. If I continued on, would I risk ending up in a boot again?
Realizing that my running has been the primary way that I have been coping these days (the reason that I am not on Prozac or institutionalized), I could not chance injury taking me off the streets again. I was ready to DNF. I just had to make it to mile 20 where the family would be next.
Although I tried to keep running, I couldn’t. I am afraid that I walked a little too much so that my family, convinced that that missed me, moved on to the finish line. I was left to find my way to the end on my own. No cell phone, thus no numbers, I joined up with a couple of other injured runners and we walked for several miles together.
By mile 24, I could barely feel the pain in my foot (although I was still walking). I bid my injured runners goodbye and attempted to run the final miles as best as I could.
I ran mile 25 for BoBo, mile 26 for YaYa, and the final 0.2 miles for Tom. I focused on them and denied my mind the experience of the agony of d’foot. I sprinted to the finish, with my whole family in mind, to cross at 4:27:34.