Many of you have asked about the marathon where I qualified for Boston. Although it was my intention to blog about my BQ journey, the procrastinator in me won out and my blog wasn’t born until just after I achieved that first BQ. I wrote a race report though, which until today, has not been part of this blog.
I am in the final stretch, still oblivious to the cheering throngs when I hear The Caveman yell “Marcia you’ve got it! BQ baby! The crowd goes wild and chants BQ! BQ! BQ! as I cross the line. The race director, who prides himself on shaking every finisher’s hand gives me a bear hug and swings me off my feet. To be fair he had no choice as I collapsed onto him literally in a heap of blood sweat and tears. Gosh I hope I don’t reek too badly but how the hell could I not? Although by some miracle—probably because I didn’t drink enough—I managed not to pee even once! Hee hee!
There are hugs and high 5’s from the medal presenter, the foil blanket guy, the pacers, the faster David who got in ahead of me and of course The Caveman and the kids.