The race is known as the “People’s Olympics” because it is as close as nearly everyone will get to participating in an elite race. That is, unless you strip naked, paint the word “Track Baton” on your chest with an arrow pointing down, and run on the track in London.
Whenever I talk about the Boston Marathon on this blog or with people in person it seems that there are a few types of responses that I receive:
- OMG, I would sell a kidney to be able to run THAT race
- What do I care? Unless I raise $100,000 for a charity I don’t care about I’m never going to be able to run
- Seriously, TAKE MY KIDNEY, I’ll meet you at the Citgo Sign!
Unfortunately for me, I’m in the first category. But, turns out, because of a steady diet of wine and breakfast cereal my kidneys aren’t worth much on the black market. So, I continue to train. I don’t talk about it much here, but essentially I’ve been working towards Boston qualifying marathon for the last two years. I’ve become increasingly serious over that time to the point where I have started to allow myself to daydream about what running a 3:04 marathon would feel like. In short: it would hurt somethin’ fierce.
In two weeks, (10 days?) I’m running the Eugene marathon. No matter what Dr Phil-ism you use (I like “the hay is in the barn”) I’m now in taper mode and nothing I can do will affect my fitness on that race day. The goal now is to get to the race with a clear mind, refreshed legs, and an empty colon. I don’t have a goal of running a Boston Qualifying race in Eugene. But then again who knows? Someone HAS to win the lottery once in a while, right?