…. But if you try sometimes, well you might find you get what you need”
This past Wednesday, Scott and I anxiously awaited word from BAA to tell us if our qualifying times would be fast enough for 2014’s race. After reading lots of conversation online about the tighter than tight times and the larger than life number of registrants, we braced ourselves and hoped for the best. What’s ironic is that Scott, who is clearly a much faster runner than I, had less of a chance of getting in because his time was under a minute of his qualifying standard. While I, the slower one in the family, managed a 1:20 window of wiggle room.
And at the end of the day, neither was good enough.
I called Scott to tell him the news. A few minutes later, he called me back and just about yelled into the phone, “18 seconds Lisa….you needed 18 seconds!” Yes, I know. I had done the math in those few minutes since we first hung up.
Sure, I’m disappointed. But I get it. They have to draw the line somewhere. And through Facebook and Runner’s World forums, I read of many runners who had a 3 second window that determined they would sit out 2014’s race. 3 seconds is a whole lot more jagged of a pill to swallow than 18 seconds. It’s all relative.
Like the Rolling Stones verse at the beginning, I didn’t get what I wanted, but I have emerged from this experience in a good place:
- I’m so glad they invited last year’s runners who couldn't finish due to the horrific bombings to return to run AND FINISH. If I lost my spot to one of them, I’m more than OK with that.
- I’m grateful and fortunate to have run 3 Boston’s thus far and body/mind willing, will be back for more!
- There are so many great races out there; I’ll try a new Spring race on for size
- My ultra appetite has been suppressed for long enough; this change in plans might be just what I need to conquer some BIG plans.
OK, OK, so maybe I sound a little too glass-half-full here, but I do mean it. I’ll celebrate this sport I love by volunteering again or by supporting from the sidelines, but either way I’ll celebrate. And for Boston 2014, I’ll celebrate the hope that this race will now symbolize for all who were injured or lost as a result of last year’s tragedy. And maybe that’s all I need for now.