And so the saying goes, that things don't always go as planned. I usually don't do too well when things don't go they way in which they were originally intended. I have always been a step by step person and when something falls out of line, I have a hard time adjusting. I have been trying over the years to improve in this area and having two active kids has definitely helped me become more flexible. In preparing for this year's Boston Marathon, I have had to make adjustments, take a step or two back and adjust runs or workouts due to family commitments, work, fatigue or health reasons. This morning wasn't going to be any different.
Last night I was psyched for my last long run. We have had such great weather, I layed out the clothes I was hoping to wear today; shorts, a light dry wick shirt and some lucky running socks. But, something must have happened overnight, because when I woke up this morning, my room was freezing and I was hiding under my warm quilt. What happened to all the warm weather, the sun? Why did everything look so gray? A quick check of the temperature outside and a big smile came across my face; 39 degrees. Awesome. I quickly exchanged my shorts for pants, my short sleeves for long ones and grabbed my Boston winter hat and gloves. Now, this type of change I can handle. 39 degrees is the perfect running weather for me. My body responds well to the cold so running in this temperature was going to make my last long run that much more special.
Today is a celebration of sorts. All of the long runs are coming to an end. I always have mixed feelings about this day. When I think back to when I first started training, Nov 29th, 2011, this day seemed light years away. I mean, really, how can one get so excited about a race that was over 4 months out. Now, the day of my final run to Wheaton was here and I was ready. No more loops, this was a straight out and back course. I know this trail so well, that I could run it with my eyes closed. This route has always been my last long run before a marathon. To me, it is a final way of saying "thanks" and "good-bye" to all the wonderful distractions that have entertained me over the last few months.
So today's run of 20 miles took me 2:54:31, around an 8:39 pace. Spent a lot of time thinking about my daughter in Oregon. She just ran 18 miles on Sunday and is well on her way to being ready for her first marathon. I can't wait to be out there for her and to cheer her on. There were so many things I saw on my run today that reminded me of her. One of my favorite spots I pass is close to Glen Ellyn and is a softball field. I couldn't help but smile as I ran past that beautiful field. Shannon and I would spend hours on the diamond practicing her pitching and hitting. I miss the days of playing catch with her for hours in the sun. Talking, laughing, acting goofy, sharing our secrets. I have so many great memories of time spent with her that thinking of those special times makes it easier for her to be far away at school. In a couple of months, we will share a new chapter of our lives together as she becomes a marathoner.
Ten miles out really isn't that far when your mind wanders and thinks about a ton of different things. With the early start of Spring and the warm weather, I was running alongside some beautiful scenery and lots of God's little creatures. The turn around point for the run is the 0 marker or the base of the bridge in downtown Wheaton. I felt so good when I got there and was turning around to head home. The first 10 miles were carefree running. My legs felt good, body strong and I was practicing my GU and gatorade intake for the race. I started to think a lot about the Boston course and remembered what some of the miles had in store. I know exactly where I will see my husband and son and believe me, they will be a welcome site. When I came upon my last two miles of the path, I thought about how the streets open up in Boston's downtown area and there are huge crowds yelling and screaming as you make your way between the buildings. The gazebo served as my Citgo sign. When I saw that, I knew that I was about 1 mile from home. I was feeling great and definitely experiencing a runners's high. It was at this point that things got overwhelming for me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I traced back in my mind, all the miles, hills, successes, failures, friendships, conversations, and prayers that have been said on this journey. Training for a marathon takes a lot out of me both physically and mentally. And whenever I get this far, even training for my 17th marathon, I feel so blessed to be able to experience this and to have great support from my family and friends. Thank you to all of you that have run some miles with me, laughed and chatted with me at the gazebo, swam with me at the Courts, let me chase you at a track workout so I could get faster, gave me tips and advice, inspired me with your stories, wrote on my wall, texted me messages and provided me with a little fashion sense along the way (you know who you are :) ). My hat goes off to all of you and I will carry each of you with me to Boston.
This run was a great confidence booster heading into the final weeks. Spent a lot of time reflecting on some personal issues, praying and being grateful for all that I have.
And then, the best part of my day...the arrival of my Boston Marathon confirmation card. Nothing says you're officially in like the confirmation card. That is the "golden ticket" to your bib.
Thanks Mr. Mailman. You made my day.
Dear Boston:
See you soon. Can't wait to catch up with an old friend!









