This afternoon, on my way in from a lunch break run, I was stopped by a friendly coworker. He asked me how far I went and I told him a light 2 miles, that I was tapering for a marathon on Monday (I probably didn’t need to include the second part of that sentence. But it’s marathon week! How can you not?).
“Which one?”, he asked. “the Boston marathon”, I said.
He asked how many marathons I’ve run before, to which I humbly responded, 6. This will be my 7th.
And then he said something that caught me off guard. He reacted by playfully saying, “Oh, well, then this is nothing for you. No big deal, right?”.
To me at least, no matter how many of these bad boys I’ve run, marathons will always be a pretty big deal.
There’s magic in those 26.2 miles.
They do something to you. They harden your soul. They give you perspective. They teach you self discipline. They teach you about pain. And happiness. A raw, unapologetic, emotional high that can only come from hard work paid off. I wouldn’t call that no big deal. I’d call that pretty dang special :)
Maybe it’s taper week, gettin’ me all sappy and nostalgic, but I’m really proud to be running Boston this year. I’m proud that I made running a priority in the midst of starting this crazy new job. I’m thankful to my legs for giving me an injury-free cycle. I’m honored to be a part of the magic again this year. Of The (118th) Boston Marathon.
And I can’t wait to get to that city!
Per usual, stay tuned for my pre-race Bib Tracking Info and Marathon Goals post! That’ll go up soon for sure! Thanks everyone (especially dad/mom, Aunt J, RB, Sam, Mel, PK, KP, NC… to name a few) for your added interest in my tracking info. I won’t let you down!