Guess who was provisionally accepted to run the Boston Marathon, provided that there is nothing fraudulent, fabricated or inaccurate in the application?
The man didn’t start running until adulthood but has still managed a 17.31 5k, yet that BQ has proven heartbreakingly elusive.
After 14 marathons*, experiencing everything from flameouts (one in which he slowly came up to the finish line, dazed and confused, bib balled up in his hand, completely oblivious to me jumping and yelling his name – wearing, I should add, my attention-getting pace bunny hat with the giant pink ears – claiming he had spent the better part of an hour looking for a car to drive him to the end, eventually giving up and running in as that seemed the fastest method) to coming tantalizingly close to the mythical BQ, he rather easily ran 3 and a half minutes under his qualifying time last spring.
Then he had to wait with the nearly 8500 others who didn’t beat their BQ by 5 minutes or more to find out where that magical line in the times would be drawn. Ten days of waiting. The “squeakers” who didn’t run at least 1.38 under their BQ got some very disappointing news today. But not Husband.
So on our little trip to Boston next year I will be the one cheering and soaking in all the race weekend fun, without actually having to run the 42.2k. I am so stoked!
*He ran his first marathon in nearly five hours… an improvement closing in on two hours is rather freaking impressive. Although admittedly his “training” at that time consisted of one long run a week. It might be inaccurate to say he ran that marathon. He ran 30k then all but crawled to the finish line, with me beside him on my bike trying to convince him he wasn’t going to die underneath the Gardner Expressway. He’s come a long way baby.
Title: Beach Boy – Wouldn’t It Be Nice. 1966.