For non-Bostonians, non-marathoners, and people who are generally too sensible to subject themselves to the pain and suffering of 26.2 miles, let me explain the lure (and lore) of the Boston Marathon . . .
Nevermind. I can’t explain it. All I can say is that a marathon tests limits, tests resolve, tests heart. Plenty of other athletic and life events do this, but for some people, a marathon is a definitive answer to a giant, soul-searching, endorphin-pumping, fear-conquering question: Can I do it?
I did it. It wasn’t pretty. (No, really, take a look . . . Here I am facing off against the infamous Heartbreak Hill).
But, it taught me a lot about myself, and, for this, I am eternally grateful. I am also grateful to the running community at large. Growing up in Falmouth, MA, home of the Falmouth Road Race (one of the country’s most beloved road races), and being a high school track athlete, I’ve never been a stranger to the running world. However, training for and completing the Boston Marathon in 2009 put my respect for runners on a whole other level. MAD RESPECT doesn’t quite capture it, but it will have to do.
If you’re running on Monday, I’m definitely cheering for you. I even plan to give out an OmGal.com “trophy.” Post your race number here, via Facebook, Twitter, or find me at the Expo (Yoga for Runners, 5 PM on Friday and Saturday), and the top male and female Boston Marathon finishers, among OmGal.com readers, will receive a healthy gift and our first annual trophy.