Uh…HELLO Juls. This *is* a marathon. Of course you are going to feel tired.
I don’t know how I got it into my head that running a marathon at easy pace (instead of race pace) would be “easy.” No matter what the pace, it’s still 26.2 miles. That’s not easy. Throw in a significant amount of downhill, albeit with a scattering of rollers intermingled, and a nice tailwind and…guess what? It’s still HARD.
But…I LOVED IT!
I high-fived the kids,
took in the crowds,
kissed a girl at Wellesley,
kissed a boy at Boston College,
and in the final stretch, amid the deafening roar of the crowd,
I picked YaYa out of the crowd and stopped to give him a tearful hug of appreciation
before experiencing for myself the glory of the Boston finish line.
Yes, Boston was fabulous. I am so glad that I chose the approach that I did. IF I never meet the BQ standards again, I will have no regrets. I set a goal, chased it down, and celebrated the sweetness of the success.