In the fall of 2012, I realized that I would turn 40 about three weeks before the 2014 Boston Marathon and I thought… “how cool would it be to have Boston as my first master’s race?” I hadn’t ran the Boston Marathon since 2009, and I hadn’t focused on the marathon distance since New York, 2010. My BQs had run out for 2013, so I had to run a marathon and qualify in order to run in 2014. (I also had the advantage of 5 additional minutes since I would age up before the 2014 race). My main goal in 2013 was to race Ironman Florida in November, so I sought out a marathon scheduled for early spring when I could still recover and have ample time to train for IMFL. The Eugene Marathon in April seemed to fit perfect with my schedule, and I had always wanted to visit ‘Tracktown, USA”, so that was my target BQ race.
Fast forward to Spring, 2013… My training for Eugene didn’t go very well, and I started to develop a stress reaction in my right metatarsals as a result of some bummy shoes. I had to forgo one long run and about three weeks of training. But, the tragic bombing at the 2013 made me more determined to give it my best and get a BQ. Even though I felt great and had no foot pain, my race took an unexpected turn for the worst when, at halfway, I fell after another runner tripped my foot and my shoe flung off. I went down on my left hip, but carefully got back up to be able to run to mile 21 before being forced to a 5 mile walk/jog. Nonetheless, I still managed a 3:37 BQ, and was able to punch my ticket to Boston, 2014.
It had been over three years since I was excited to train for a marathon. Turning 40 and being a part of this year’s marathon motivated me to train hard and visualize a great race. My training went very well, and I was able to hit almost 60+ mpw consecutively, and I didn’t feel too fatigued. (I attribute that to IM training). I met up with some new people for long runs and enjoyed them. I hit my interval times. I rested when I needed to. I was feeling fairly confident about the race. My husband was running as well, and we planned to make a long weekend out of it.
The entire weekend seemed to go perfectly, with an arrival on Saturday afternoon, several trips to the expo, and meeting up with faraway friends before the race. We did an easy shakeout run on Sunday morning by the St. Charles River, complete with some strides. We went down to the memorials at the finish line to pay our respects. We had dinner with my parents, who made the trek to Boston from Florida to spend time in New England and watch the race. We took naps and rested and also seemed to handle the time difference just fine. It seemed like everything would be great, and it was…. except for my race. Read more >>