Why I BQ’d at Boston – Some Final Thoughts

It was 10 days ago that I toed the line at the Boston Marathon. It already seems like a lifetime. Every once in a while, if I concentrate hard enough, another memory comes to mind, something I forgot while recalling my run the first time around.

“Dang, sorry I missed that memory because it was a good one.”

“Ugh. Why did I have to remember that?”

What I do remember, clear as day, was my last blog post before the big run. It was basically a carefully scripted explanation as to why I wouldn’t BQ at Boston. But what I failed to consider while writing that spiel was the determination of the human spirit.

I’m sure I did everything right in preparation. From the physical (foam rolling, icing, decent rest), to the mental (not going into the run too cocky or too pessimistic), and keeping close to my normal running routine (fueling, hydrating, nasal breathing, proper pacing, etc). Yet, in the end, I astounded myself in what I was able to accomplish, without beating myself into a bloody pulp .

I ran a Boston qualifier at Boston. And I did it while stopping to fuel, pausing to hug, slowing to high five, waving to the crowd, and thanking those who shouted my name. I ran a smart race. And it most certainly paid off.

It was the Twin Cities in Motion Medtronic Marathon back in 2014 that qualified me to get here (read that recap). It was that hometown run that I am most proud of, despite my agonizing recovery from the injury that hampered my first Boston Marathon. Funny how life weaves intricacies like these into our existence. Who’d have thunk it?

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I set a goal of 3:45:00 for this race. At first I had none. But when asked by some in days leading up to the run, that number just rolled off my tongue. It was ambitious. It wasn’t nearly as fast as Twin Cities, even slower than Chicago, yet right on target with what I ran at Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth in 2013 to get my first qualifier. It just seemed like a doable time. And it would give me a 10 minute qualifier if it happened. 10 minutes. Even if I didn’t hit it, I still had 10 minutes to putz around with to get 3:55:00 time. 10 glorious minutes. Yeah, I believed I could do that.

I walked into that corral with a heavy heart. Hearing the words to God Bless America made me tear up. Thoughts of family and friends fighting very physical, life threatening battles conjured up feelings of anger and despair. This run would be for them. This 26.2 miles would be dedicated to those whose challenges run way deeper than mine (My cousin Wendy; my friends Rosemary, Annie, Andie, David, and Carol Ann). My problems pale in comparison. I’m just a runner trying to meet a goal, an expectation that won’t make me, or break me.

Yet, I was greeted by so many angels that day. From the woman at the corral gate who hugged me and gave me words of wisdom, to seeing and hugging my VRF David at the 10K mark, and my friend Dee at mile 23, to the many cheers and words of encouragement written on my Facebook wall that were read to me as I ran, including the sappy jokes by my Chiropractor…my Chiropractor! What amazing support I had! Even messages of encouragement from my friends who are in the biggest battles of their life. They took the time to cheer me on. Me. How could I not have an amazing run?

I ran Boston with all my heart and all my soul, and my 6 years of running wisdom. I ran it as a mom who nurtures a sick child, and as a woman on the verge of her 50th birthday, when most begin to freak out about their age.

Stay calm.

Keep your wits about you.

You got this.

I BQ’d Boston because I believed it was possible. All I had to do was believe in myself. And sweat a little. And be a little gutsy. And have half as much faith in myself as all of you have in me. Thank you for following me on my journey. Thank you for your support. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for your messages. They mean more to me than you will ever know.

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