I have to admit that I am rather nervous about the Boston Marathon. I've downplayed this race all along because it's actually part of a larger training program for Ironman Brazil. I am not going to think or write about IM Brazil right now. The focus is Boston.
The fact that I somehow qualified for Boston is still something that I don't completely believe - except that I have an official acceptance letter from the Boston Athletic Association. So I guess it is real. Just thinking about it chokes me up. I remember calling my mom and dad to tell them I had qualified. I (of course) left my mom a teary message. And she returned an equally teary one.
Isn't it funny what a simple road race can do to a girl's emotions?
When I am about to start a triathlon, I know why I am nervous. Open water is a little scary. Staying aero can be a real struggle on a rough or hilly road. And then there's always the question of nutrition.
But running doesn't typically make me nervous. So what is making me nervous now?
Maybe it's the fact that there are going to be a LOT of fast runners. Being as I qualified by a mere 30 seconds, I am one of the slower of the qualifiers. But that's okay. I will run my own race.
Maybe I am afraid that I will bonk.
But, if I run the way I should, I ought to be okay. And, I'll have my trusty flask of perpetuem with me, too. The last six miles will hurt, but that's how it goes with a marathon.
Maybe I am afraid that I will fail.
Sometimes, the most ridiculous thoughts pop into my head. Fail what? The simple act of trying can never be considered failure.
Instead, I'm going to just....relax.
Rick and I just bought tickets to see the Red Sox play the Rangers on Saturday night. Jon Lester is schedule to pitch for the Sox. He came back at the end of the season (to help them win the World Series) after battling cancer. And I am worried about a road race?
Our hotel is right on the Women's olympic marathon qualifying course. So, we will step outside Sunday morning with coffee in hand to watch the fastest female American marathoners glide by. I hope to see Deena Kastor (who has already won an Olympic medal in the marathon) and my all-time favorite, Joan Benoit Samuelson.
And then we will experience the Boston Marathon on Monday. I will try not to cry as I trot along, but I won't promise that.