Boston

I've been following the damn marathon ALL DAY.

I have a few friends/running gurus I follow on social media who are running this race today. God am I jealous. I want to be there with the crowds and excitement; the one race that separates the 'recreational runners' from the elite. I wonder if I could ever earn my way in... and then I look at my marathon times and lose all hope.

But still... there is that shy, low voice....asking myself... 'could I do it?'. And an even lower voice whispers, 'Yes'.

3:35 is the qualifying time for women 30-34. If I wait long enough, it would be 3:40 for a 35 year old. The first logical step would be to break 4 hours... and I've been so close twice now. I know I can do that.

So... what if I really really want to go to Boston? Is it crazy... is it possible? I've never spoken those words out loud, because I never thought it was possible. But what if it was... what if I trained like an elite? Could I get a BQ time?

It's these crazy thoughts that keep me motivated and keep me coming back, run after run, after each heartbreak, after all of the torture...

Just a few weeks ago I was saying how I wanted to give up running and take up other activities. Nonsense. Just crazy taper-talk. I'm not going anywhere ;-)

5 days until Roanoke!!!