On Wednesday, an itinerary popped up in my inbox. Sometimes you need a little nudge. I wasn't going to go to Boston and I'd convinced myself that I was ok with that, but as soon as I saw my name on a flight, I was thrilled. I leave Friday. I can't wait to see KN, to participate in all things Boston Marathon, and to run my ass off. This year, I'll leave it all on the course - none of this stopping to chat with HK at the half for a while, then running 3:03 crap. There will be no HK, just me and KN. It'll be a quick visit this time - I won't make it to NYC, but I intend to see a lot of my running/tri world friends while in Boston. It's bound to be emotional - I still cry every single time I read a story about the bombing, even though I have no reason to be so dramatic. We were the lucky ones.
Since I last posted, I have run a ton, worked even more, and have connected with my friends near and far. I took three days off of work and traveled to the mainland to spend time with a friend, and it was ridiculously beautiful and relaxing. I ate and drank and rested. It was exactly what my mind and body needed. I've spent a lot of time just hanging at home with the kids. And suddenly I'm tapering. I can't wait to line up on that starting line. KN ran a 3:03 in MA a few months ago, so we're both coming off that time, looking, as always, for 2:59. I'm in full-blown every-pound-counts and carb depletion mode. It's going to be an ugly week, followed by another great trip. I keep escaping Hawaii each weekend that I don't have the kids. It's a relief to get away when times are tough. Next post will be a race report: sub-three in Boston or bust!