This morning, I very nervously completed the athlete registration for the 2015 Boston Marathon on April 20, 2015. Not only am I paying a registration fee, but I’m signing on the dotted line that I will commit the next 7 months of my life to achieving my goal. This reminded me of how it all started.
On Monday, April 15, 2013, I watched the Boston Marathon on my 2nd monitor while I worked from my office. I hadn’t really been running much – preferring the comforts of the couch, sleeping as late as possible, and eating whatever someone set in front of me – but I still enjoyed following the elites and my friends who were running. After it was over, I anxiously monitored my Twitter feed to hear from some friends who had run the race. Suddenly, I started seeing horrifying posts from the finish line.
“What the f*ck was that?!”
“Were those explosions?”
I wasn’t in Boston in 2013, but it absolutely changed my life. The bombing gave me a whole new perspective on what it meant to persevere and what it meant to be part of a community that is bigger than yourself. On April 15, 2013, I committed to running the Boston Marathon. A month later, I was running a 10k to give me a qualifying time to run the Houston Marathon. 7 months later, I toed the line in Houston and had a far greater experience than I could have ever imagined, securing my qualifier for Boston.This dream that I dreamed is finally becoming reality.
I don’t know what my time will be when I cross the finish line in Boston. Honestly, it doesn’t really matter. When I run the Boston Marathon, I’ll look back and finally understand what happens when you set your sights on a goal and don’t stop until you reach it.