For the fourth year in a row, I spent the better part of the workday on Patriots’ Day glued to the computer, tracking teammates and other friends running Boston…
A familiar emotion was present…the “go team”…cheering strong starts…sending subliminal messages in the 2nd half to hold on and finish strong…heartbreak for those who either finished seriously hurting, or didn’t finish at all. Pride in my teammates who toed the start line once again, and did their best.
But another one was present this year, and I really don’t know what triggered it this year, as opposed to the last 3 years. Yep, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. To the point that i really felt like just running solo tonite-because I didn’t feel like hearing about Boston anymore.
In a way, I think I feel like the girl trying to get in to the “cool clique.” With their snazzy jackets, amazing athletic ability, admiration of so many, they’re the people you wanna be.
But this is one tough clique to crack, there are standards to meet. I can’t just say “oh yeah I’ll be there next year”…I may never have a 3:40 marathon in me, my best bet may be 2012 with a 3:45-and even that may be a stretch. I was damn proud of my 3:58 marathon debut, but was it as impressive as those who debuted with a 3:40 or better? But on the other hand…I should be grateful that I am that close…
And on that note, why do we use the BQ standards as the measuring stick of sorts? I can say I’d be more impressed by someone who trained like crazy and ran a 4:30, rather than one who really didn’t train but still ran a 3:30 because they had that natural ability…I guess what I am trying to say is that there is so much that the numbers just don’t reveal.
Yeah, I know. I’m horrible for thinking all this. But at the end of the day, I really did wish all runners today well, I wasn’t hoping for anyone to bonk or anything…can’t hate em because they are fast, I guess. 🙂
(oh and bandana-brain…you done good-just put the camera away next time!! 🙂 )