Sunday, April 19, 2015

Thank you...


So on Easter Sunday I read this poem to my family and 2 of my 3 brothers...today I got to give my 3rd brother his shirt, so now I will share this with you all on Boston Eve, although some inside stories are included, these are my people....

Way back awhile in history
a boy named John
burned his knee

In high school he found the oval
Track and running became part of his soul

Many years later another first born
Found the sport of cross country
Was more entertaining than porn ;)

Pat's beginning touched us all
Doug followed his footsteps 
Continuing all the way through his years in his Residence Hall
Drewsy thought, Why not? I can do it, too.
His legs were more about speed
And in the 4x400 he flew.

Behind all the boys was a cheerleader most dear
Her voice rising louder than the thousands
Heard by her children's keen ears

I grew up watching, admiring all three
Wanting to be like "the boys"
However, a boy I never was going to be.

I found my own race
Build for comfort not for speed
The marathon pace 
was just right for me.

Running has become an important part of my life
Clearing my head, dropping off stress
Helping me be a better wife

Jason has supported me through and through
Although I know he still wonders sometimes
Why I do what I do.

Natia and Zoriana give me perks on the side
Switching Pandora, giving me GU
Sometimes coming along with me on a bike ride

Today I am very glad
to have an opportunity to 
Say thanks to my PAD

Whether you know it or not 
You've been with me on many miles
Given me a push
when I didn't want to smile

Each of you mean so much to me
I ask that on Boston Monday
to support me while I'm rocking my Bugman's Brambles, LLC.




Thursday, April 16, 2015

Tick tock

Eighteen weeks of training is a long time, relatively speaking...


My BQ race was Chicago in October 2013. 18 Months ago. A wee bit longer.

The desire to run at Boston stretches back probably longer than that...
20 years ago I graduated from high school, hanging up my cross country spikes with a final race at the State meet, 
20 years ago my brother lost his leg in an accident. I think that was the impetus that firmly planted the seed.

I have thought about this race for a long time. It is hard to put it into words what it means. This race has consumed my thoughts, training has taken over a lot of my free time. Isn't it just another marathon? For me, it's not. Why is it so different? It's Boston. It is one marathon most people know about it. One that you have to qualify, the oldest running marathon in the country, it is the goal that many set for themselves after achieving the goal of finishing their first marathon or two...it's the BOSTON MARATHON.

Now that it is less than a week away, the miles are logged, the reality of packing is here, weather stalking has commenced. I am nervous, excited, and ready. I never know what is in store going into a marathon, because each one is it's own separate beast. I know this...
I put in the miles
I put in extra sleep
I ate pretty good
I drank a little less
I stayed healthy

The emotions going into this are high. This is a dream race for me, a big bucket list item. While Heartbreak Hill looms ahead, my heart is so full of all the feels. 


Image result for boston marathon finish line 2014
Follow along if you want to (text my bib number 14837 to 234567), or wait here to read my recap.