Personal Bests

  • 04/07 Boston Marathon3:33:22
  • 10/08 Hartford Half Marathon 1:46:23
  • 09/06 New Haven Road Race 20K 1:36:47
  • 08/04 Deary 5-M Road Race - my 1st race ever 39:37
  • 11/06 VMG 5K 21:05
  • 07/06 Boombox Mile 6:12

Breaking The Tape

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My Boston Heroes

I had an amazing experience at Boston, but I certainly did not arrive there alone, nor did I cross the finish line alone – literally or figuratively. Upholding my post-marathon tradition, I’d like to take some time to recognize those folks that were kind enough to support me on my latest journey.

With each marathon, more and more of my “virtual friends” (‘imaginary friends,’ to some) step-up and offer me limitless encouragement and guidance. This time around was no different. In the days leading up to the marathon, I received numerous emails and comments from my running family members, sending me good wishes and good vibes. Every single one of them made me smile, and boosted my spirits.

My two running families – the Running Blog Family and the Willimantic Athletic Club – provided me with an endless stream of support in the form of running partners, cheerleaders, photographers, race day support, a blogcaster and a coach. Make no mistake – the bulk of my motivation to ‘get out there’ was based on all the people who were rooting for me. Without all of you, I would have gotten a lot more sleep but I would have missed out on an amazing journey. The greatest part of all of this support has been the hidden gem of friendship that I keep discovering.

Of course, my non-running family also stood beside me through the whole process – training, qualifying, training some more. I’m certain that my husband will be happy to never have to eat pasta on a Friday night again for the rest of his life.

Here are just a handful of those individuals who made the day 1) possible and 2) perfect and 3) unforgettable:

The Blogcaster: Runner Susan was the PERFECT blogcaster for us. She graciously cleared her schedule and made us feel like celebrities. My dad was following along on my blog from his house in Tucson, and he was just thrilled with the updates. He even told me to say ‘Thank you’ the next time I saw Susan. (You know, since we get to see each other in person, and hang out all the time. Heh. I explained to him that we live about 2,000 miles apart.)

The Race Crew: The whole crew was out on the course, dressed in all their layers and rain gear, waving signs, and braving weather that was worse for them than for us. Jeanne made the horrendous trek up from DC, just to watch us run past her at mile 6.6., then again at mile 26. Post-race, we were only able to chat for about ten minutes before our bittersweet parting (That’s some serious RBF dedication right there!) The ‘Running Chick Marathon’ die-hards and fellow RBFers, Michelle and April-Anne, were also on hand, phoning in reports to Susan and keeping the race crew moving towards Boston with smiles on their faces. It was like having my own personal cheer squad out there, except without the pom-poms. (And to Annalisa and the others that were out there cheering for us even though we didn’t see you – THANK YOU!)

Of course, my mom, stepfather and husband were also there. These are the people that truly bear the brunt of my training – listening to me whine about sore muscles, sleep deprivation and cold weather. Not only do they manage to keep my spirits up for months on end, but they never even flinch when I ask them to come stand outside for hours, just to watch me pass by 10 seconds. Maybe they know that having them out there is what drives me towards the finish line. Their faith in me gives me faith in myself, especially during those moments when it feels like I cannot take another single step.

The Training Partner: Over the cold, dark winter months, training partners can be hard to come by – especially when you say things like “I have five 20-milers on my schedule over the next three months – wanna run together?” But Charlie was there for just about every single long run. In the wee hours of a Saturday or Sunday morning, we’d set off together, perfectly paced and manage to find plenty to talk about. When I was having a bad day, he’d pull me through; when he was having a bad day, I always had tissues for that emergency stop in the woods. This is the same guy who made sure I made my BQ time in Hartford in October. I’m not sure I would have made it through all those long runs in the middle of February if I had to go it alone.

The Coach: This one almost leaves me speechless. Seriously, the morning I said goodbye to him after the marathon…I was so overwhelmed by all the things I wanted to say…all I could say manage to mumble was “Thanks.” That just seems so inadequate. How could I possibly find the words to truly thank jeff for everything he’s done over the past 16 months? He has guided me along every step of this journey – with weekly workout schedules and endless pep talks. He has talked me down off the ledge more than once. He was always understanding when I had an ‘off’ week, and made adjustments accordingly. I was treated as a whole person, and not just a runner. As if that wasn’t enough…he ran the marathon, step by step with me, sacrificing his own chance to run his own Boston. His compassion, generous spirit, sense of humor, and warm heart make him a perfect coach, but an even better friend (and, he’s going to be an amazing dad too!).

I often wonder why I am so blessed to have all these incredible people in my life. I can only hope that I can somehow repay the kindness or pass it forward to someone else. Feeling this loved is not a feeling to keep to oneself.

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