Impossible is Nothing

Just after I posted about running being a struggle, I had an awesome run. My exact words were “kick @ss” actually. I wondered if the cool morning, or restarting my allergy meds, had anything to do with it but I honestly didn’t care why, I was just happy for it.

This morning, I caught a few minutes of the Boston Marathon, before heading off to work. Of course, I had hopes for the American runners: Kara Goucher and Ryan Hall. I got to see so little, that it almost didn’t matter if I turned on the TV or not. Thank goodness for DVR.

While I do enjoy seeing the elite runners doing their thing, I would love to see more coverage on the general field. I’d love to see footage on people who have fought hard for their BQ and emerged triumphantly at the start in Hopkinton.

I want to see them running the race, taking in the whole experience for the 1st time — the cheers, the high-fives, and the emotions. Of course, I’d love nothing more that to experience it first hand. Someday, it will be my turn to race on Patriot’s Day. Until then…

Later in the day, I hit the road for a noontime run in honor of the Boston Marathoners AND my goal. The temperature was nearing 100 degrees, but that did not deter me. Nor did the fact that I had forgotten to pack a jogbra. Once more, it was an awesome run. I’m sure that I was huffing and puffing just as much as I did during my tough runs. Today, however the feeling was completely different as I visualized my journey towards Boston: dumping water over my head, sweat dripping in my eyes, pushing my heart rate up, and remembering that impossible is nothing.