Today is the Boston Marathon!
My friend Stacey is running her butt off, currently at the 30k. I cheered her when she qualified, in New York. She kicks ass. My friend Nicole is volunteering. She'll run it, someday.
I may very well never make it to Boston. If I was even somewhat close to qualifying, I'd give it a shot, but since I'd pretty much have to take an HOUR off my PR, I'm cool if it never happens. Incidentally, I was offered a (legit) bib shortly after I started running. The daughter of a friend is high up in one of the charities and asked whether I wanted to run. Even though I'd only been running for a short time, I knew that if I ever made it to Boston, it would be through qualifying.
But... I have made it as far as the expo. Here I am with my sister and MY HERO FRANK SHORTER at Mandy's first Boston expo:
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"