If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you’ll know that when I started running, and started running marathons, I never ever thought that I could run fast enough to qualify for Boston. It was an unattainable dream for me. And then you’ll remember that I ran my third marathon in a 3:35:51 on a VERY hard course. And you’ll remember that I learned the hard way that marathon courses are always long, and even though you have a buffer, when a race measures 42.66, you’re going to be over the time cutoffs. A 22 minute PR, and yet, a bittersweet and tearful end to the race. A dream that I never thought was attainable, magically (through hard work and dedication to training) then ripped out of my hands in the last 5 minutes. It was a tough spring for me, and my body just can’t handle road marathons the way some people (like Candice) can.
This post isn’t about my journey, because although I was close, there’s no close in Boston. You either qualify, or you don’t. And even if you do qualify, you’re not guaranteed to get to actually go and race. This post is about how Candice, who I am so blessed to have randomly met through Twitter a few years back, not only qualified for Boston last spring, but took a big bite out of her PR, and killed the Run For Water Marathon.
Some might think I’d be bitter over as close friend qualifying right in front of me. But, surprisingly, all I felt that day was extremely proud, and happy for my friend. I knew Candice had trained hard, I knew she had pushed herself out of her perceived limits, and I knew she deserved her time. Yes, tears came to my eyes as I saw her come through the finishing chute, but they weren’t sad tears, they were happy tears, if it couldn’t be me, she’s the next best thing. And I can’t wait to cheer her on and support her from afar on April 18th.
So, here’s her post, on her “Road to Boston”.