No Guts, No Glory

Ok folks. There will be no Boston for me. There will be no more marathons, period, for this girl. They don't give any passes to people who can't finish the race. I'll make no excuses. The weather was perfect, I was well trained, and I had an awesome pace setter, Heather. But one bad mile around 15 was enough of a window to allow my big stupid fat head to get in the way. Yes, I am one of those...a head case. These are the folks you often hear about in the running circuit, the ones that have all of the potential, really show some promise, train really well, run some good races, but can't bring home the bacon when it really counts.

I definitely have a new found respect for those that run marathons and run them well. Perhaps I did not give the marathon the respect it deserved and in some way pissed off the marathon gods. This seems to be the case because the marathon has beat me down, and am humbly bowing out of this race.

I'm not turned off from running all together. Don't worry about that. I have a nifty little dog at home waiting for her next run. I will continue to run half-marathons and 10K's, but marathons are definitely not in the lineup. It looks like 26.2 miles is just not a good distance for me. I should have recognized this well before this point but hey, I gave it a shot. Sorry for letting all of you down. I know you were all wishing me the best for this race. At least I have some great pictures of the Seattle area!