|Fried Pickles from Gritty McDuff´s|
Well, the Maine Marathon it just felt right. Everything just worked for me. No internal issues, no muscle pain or fatigue, no tweaks, no heat, no wind. After mile 20 I was passing people who had passed me earlier in the race. One girl who I fondly remember was Holly. Holly passed me around mile 4. Holly had a friend on a bike pacing her the entire race. This was kinda annoying. The pacer would hand her a water bottle from her bike, and she would take a few swigs, then just chuck it. WTF! Every 1/2 this was happening. She dressed the part of someone competing in American Ninja or Tough Mudder. Bandana, straps on her arms, KT tape all over her body! I don't mean to make fun of people but....... She and her silly pacer were ultra annoying. The pacer friend kept telling her she looked strong, looking good, all the typical cliche saying spectators yell at marathon runners. They will say this even as someone has obvious distress. I saw someone yacking and someone still said looking good! I got to mile 24, and was like, "Holy shit, it's Holly! I knew at this point that unless I totally imploded, I was in line to qualify with a little cushion of time. I passed Holly and her friend, which put a little more bounce in my step for sure. I still felt great so I decided to run as fast as possible to see how much was left in my tank. Surprisingly, I was able to finish strong. I qualified for Boston. What an unreal feeling. I was just planning on enjoying my birthday long run, what a bonus!!!
I think the key was just being loose, not putting any pressure on myself, and being healthy. For those that are trying to qualify, put the time in, and your day will come.
|Marathon #15 in the books|
|No more chasing unicorns...|