We all want to be accepted. I can think back to childhood, when two of the girls I often played with did not want me along for their day of play. Through life, there were many other times when I was not accepted into the group. Believe it! It’s true.
Today, however, I am one of the chosen ones. Today, I received an email from the BAA stating that they have accepted my application (and money) to run in the 115th running of the Boston Marathon.
It sure is nice to be accepted.
The Boston Marathon is not for the nonchalant. It is for the persistent endurance athlete who won’t take no for an answer.
Yes, she will not give up.
I have a more positive outlook on things now that my head is no longer throbbing, and my body has returned to equilibrium (or closer at least). Tiny rushes of excitement come and go as I think about heading off to Boston in the spring of 2011. And while I have not yet begun packing, I have clicked over to the BAA site.
Naturally, when I saw “Keeping Pace” prominently displayed on their site, I took it as a sign of things working out – one way or another. Either the Portland Marathon and their timing company will produce documentation of my qualifying results or BAA will have sympathy with my situation. I’d prefer to have an official qualifying time posted as not only do I want credit where credit is due but I also want the option to run Boston in 2011 and/or 2012 on this qualification.
Anyway, I’m starting to get a taste of what’s ahead and it sure is yummy. The 115th running of the Boston Marathon: pretty cool!
And it’s only 177 days away.
At mile 22, I received enough information to know that my goal was within reach but not a sure thing. Thanks to Ms. Garminia’s refusal to join me in the downpour, I ran the Portland Marathon by feel (and proximity to the 3:50 pace team.) I did not have the difference between gun fire and time to the starting line. At most, I was off by 8 minutes. It was more than I thought I could shave but I was determined to make my goal happen.
I picked up the pace: sub-8, sub-8:15, sub-8:30. I was passing people right & left and narrowed the gap as I reeled in the finish. Grunting and gritting my teeth, I powered through the final miles.
There was no way I would miss the goal this time!
The street lights above turned yellow, signaling caution. Along the side of the road, lay people who’d miscalculated their limits and pushed their bodies to exhaustion. I couldn’t let that be me.
Just as the light turned, a voice yelled out, “Red means GO, Juls!” I pushed on, thankful for the reminder that I was not at my limit. I had more, much more to give.
In the final mile and half, my body started to slow despite me sending messages to pick it up. There was more in me, I just knew it. The people offering encouragement, music along the way, and the rest of the outside stimuli was no longer able to fuel me. It was time to separate and use the last of my mental and physical energy to fight for my BQ.
Instead of all the prior missed BQ’s crippling me, I was now using them to fuel the fight. Determination and a strong belief that I deserved to finally be qualified to run the Boston Marathon gave me enough force to cross the finish with 4:02:xx displaying. Almost assuredly, it would have taken me 2 minutes or more from gun fire to have crossed the start. I had to have hit my goal. I just needed to verify what already knew. Then, I would celebrate…
Do I believe that I can qualify for Boston? It sounds a little daunting when put that way. But if I ask myself if I believe that I have what it takes to finish a marathon in 4 hours or less, the answer is YES!