Setting Goals for Boston
Still doesn’t seem real! I am running the Boston Marathon this coming Monday!
I hesitated on telling you at first, or how to tell you… because I have SO much respect for those who strive beyond their dreams and qualify for this race, or who commit to raising crazy amounts for a meaningful and deserving charity! I don’t feel “worthy”, but at the same time, it’s an opportunity that’s simply impossible to say no to! I still plan to try and qualify on my very own merit someday very soon – maybe this fall? Though I swear I’ll never train through winter again…
Anyway, I don’t think I’m alone when I look back on this winter and lower my expectations for how I’ll do in this race. I don’t know why, exactly, because I’ve gotten almost all the running in (except for vacation) – but more of it was treadmill and slow, slick shuffling than I’d have hoped. I recently wrote about getting my paces back after a few months of heart-rate training in November-January too, and that’s continued to feel really great over the last month!
What I’m most trying to avoid with Marathon #2, though, is a repeat of my GOLF game… See, once upon a time I got some clubs and joined my dad at the driving range and for a Father’s Day round of golf. I absolutely loved it, and I was pretty damn good at it too! As the next couple of years went on, however, I put too much thought into it and got worse and worse (granted, I wasn’t actually taking lessons or even golfing frequently). My mind took over, and took the fun out of it all.
I have so far run ONE marathon and it was a freakin’ BLAST! I chatted with runners, high-fived the kids, thanked all the volunteers, and never stopped running. Final time: 4:08. And in all seriousness, I could give a flying -um- seagull what my time is in Boston. I just don’t care. Part of me doesn’t want to run slower than the time of my first marathon, and part of me wants to aim for sub-4 hours. Part of me knows my city is going to push me harder than any other race I could do, and I think I might be okay with puking. Most of me is just excited to see 26.2 miles stretch out across so many of my friends, colleagues, run-buddies, paths I’ve walked with my dogs, roads I’ve driven to pick up my college roommate, pubs I’ve waited in line for, and Boylston Street where I commuted to work. What’s the hurry, right?
So I choose no goals for this one. I want to have another blast and celebrate Boston!
Will I see you at Boston this year? I can’t even believe I’ll be part of it, and that they even chose PURPLE – my favorite running color! Stay tuned for a couple more posts before Marathon Monday!