Three down and only 1 PB to show for it. Pretty sad.
I bump into or hear about people, that on their first marathon outing, they find they qualified for Boston. "Yeah, I had nothing going on in April, so started to run. Guess what? I qualified for Boston." I find these people amazing, I wish I was naturally a good runner. But I'm not.
I bumped into an old running buddy, DM, a few weeks ago. He was like me, plugging away at a BQ for a number of years. Just last month, he got it. I was so happy for him. I know how important it was to him and I know how hard he worked to get there. For DM, it wasn't just rolling out of bed, it was a lot of blood, sweat, and tears.
Last blog I wrote, "nothing good in life comes easy". I stand by that. You can't truly appreciate something, unless you've earned it the hard way.
My current marathon PB is nothing to write home about, but I'm planning on my next one to be... well, maybe not write home, but talk about it once I'm there.
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