How is it that I ran my fastest Boston qualifying marathon, kicked some serious butt, and I’m seeded about 20,000 people back from the start of the race. My running partner and hubby have significantly lower numbers than I do. As bizarro as it sounds, I was a little bummed about this initally.
I never in a million years would expect to be considered fast, but hell, I did it. I ran fast and I qualified. That’s an immense honor, but in a crowd of overachievers I’m not at the front or front half of the pack.
I’ll never forget the feelings I had while waiting for my corral/wave of the 2012 Boston Marathon to begin. All of the years of training, focus and sacrifice it took for me to that very coveted spot in Hopkinton. The people I stood shoulder to shoulder with on that very hot April morning each arrived via their own journey. Wow! It was a revelation that my hard work was both extraordinary and, in this field, thankfully obtainable.
So in a race of 30,000 fast people strong my place is set. I’m going to focus on the fact that I am part of this great race, not where I run in it. My goal is to run for me. I will be happy with my time in the race regardless of where I start. The honor and tradition this race embodies is absolutely second to none. I will forever be so proud of my accomplishment and that of my peers. The Boston Athletic Association Marathon is so incredibly inspiring. The world’s elite runners, qualifiers and the thousands raising money for charities all come together to make this race more than just an event.
The Boston Marathon is a celebration of running. My victory lap!