Baby I was born to run...
**This post is kind of all over the place. I think that's because right now I dont' have a good grasp on where I am with today's events. But I needed to get this out...so here it is. ** Ever since I knew what a marathon was, I've wanted to run the Boston Marathon. I've covered 26.2 miles 8 times, but never at a speed that has allowed me to enter the "almighty Boston Marathon". I trained a few times to be a BQ ( Boston Qualifier ), but to no avail. Don't get my wrong, I ran some great races, but not a time that allowed me to run from Hopkinton to Boylston Ave. Every year I watch proudly as fellow runners make the trip to Boston, cheering on the runners from start to finish (usually from a live feed on my computer), hoping knowing that one day someone will sit in Kansas City and cheer me on. This year was no different. I watched women I know scorch through the course, and I was so proud. In hindsight, I've never been prouder that they ra