Marathon Musings

I've had such good runs and incredible confidence lately that, this morning, I was telling my training partner I kind of want to run a fall marathon. 

Then I watched the Boston Marathon on one monitor while working on my other one. Watching the athletes preserve through the formidable weather conditions and thinking about all the training that goes into a marathon made me long for the same sort of challenge. 

I like to do hard stuff. I like to push myself. I love how it feels when I break the chains. 

Today was the first time I've ever felt the desire to run Boston. 

Because today was the first day that I've ever believed that I could truly qualify. 

I can't do it now. But the idea of waiting until I hit 35 and then going for it seems somehow do-able. 

A 3:40 is an 8:23/mi pace. I'm not that far off. I've only just started training seriously in the past two years since having a baby. According to calculators everywhere on the interwebs, this is something I am capable of.

I don't want to do it now. I can't do it now. But I finally see myself as someone who COULD. I'm not just a runner. I'm a committed runner. I may not be elite fast, but I'm fast enough to train for a BQ someday. 

What a cool thing it is to finally see yourself as capable of something amazing.