Like A Small Boat...
I can't get that line out of my head.
"Like a small boat on the ocean, sending big waves into motion."
It means so much to me because it's what I feel like most days.
I have never fought so hard for something in my life. This is huge and I am just this one person fighting for something so big. Like everyone else. Everyone is fighting for something. Something within themselves. Something small. Something big. Something bigger than they feel like they can even tackle but being surrounded by such good people is what keeps us on our path.
People who have the same vision. The same heart. The same hope.
I've met so amazing people in my 39 years. Many of those people have touched me in a way that I will hold in my heart forever. You don't forget what people have done for you. What people have done with you. Those that are by your side day in and day out. I am surrounded by such good people. And for that I am forever grateful. It's you who have carried me this far and gotten me to this goal. This marathon for me, is not about running. I've put in the time training and I am ready. But it's about fighting something that has taken so much away from my family and friends.
While this may be my one and only Boston, I'll never give up that fight. It's engrained in me. Until there is a cure. I will fight. I'm fighting for moments taken away too soon, for battles fought too long and too hard. For life. For life being so cruelly unfair.
But it will take quite a fight for me to get through 26.2 as well.
I am ready. I am stronger. I am healthy. I am so excited I can't even put into words. But it will take everything I have to complete this. Everything. And I am willing to give it everything. 2 weeks from tomorrow.
This marathon means everything to me. I look at the friends I've made and I think of our journey and I can't even imagine what 4.20.15 will be like. I try to envision it. I fall asleep picturing myself standing in Hopkinton surrounded by a sea of Dana Farber singlets. I have pictured myself running the first 14 miles all the way to Newton. Trying to remember everything I've learned. To not go out too fast. To contain my excitement. To take it all in. Just breathe. One foot in front of the other. We can do this.
I picture myself hitting those hills but those hills are home to me. As hard as they will be after all that mileage those hills are where I have been training since December. I will see them as a sight for sore eyes. Sore legs too.
But as I am falling asleep. I force myself awake because I need to finish picturing all of this and I see the Citgo sign. A sign I looked at every day for 4 years straight. And then I am at mile 25. I have heard so much about Mile 25 and I know the people who will be there waiting are people that mean the world to me. I can't even imagine what that will be like. I catch my breath just sitting here typing imagining what that experience will be like. I imagine what the runner in me will be like at that point. Or what I will have left in me. It's hard to imagine at this point. I envy the people who have already experienced it. But it will be here soon enough. And I know mile 25 will carry me to the finish to my beautiful family who have been on this long road with me from the moment I decided to run. It is special for so many reasons.
I can't wait. I can wait. I go back and forth every day. I am silently freaking out. Very, very quietly. I feel it surface and I push it back down. 2 weeks will go by so fast and I will wish it was slower. I have goosebumps typing this and my stomach is in knots. The stories I've heard. The stories I've read. Boston Strong is the definition of this city and its people. I have never thought of it any other way. Boston stole my heart in 1993 when I spent 4 years at Simmons. So many memories living in such a beautiful place. It's etched in my heart forever. That's what happens when a place grabs you, holds on and doesn't let go. Boston does that.
Wishing all of my people a wonderful day. Enjoy the sunshine and know you are loved. These next 2 weeks I pray your nerves are calmed and your outlook is positive. I am ready. You are ready. We are ready.
As a first time marathoner I have many that are in my small boat.
We're sending big waves into motion. I couldn't do it without you.
love,
t
Boston you're my home...
"Like a small boat on the ocean, sending big waves into motion."
It means so much to me because it's what I feel like most days.
I have never fought so hard for something in my life. This is huge and I am just this one person fighting for something so big. Like everyone else. Everyone is fighting for something. Something within themselves. Something small. Something big. Something bigger than they feel like they can even tackle but being surrounded by such good people is what keeps us on our path.
People who have the same vision. The same heart. The same hope.
I've met so amazing people in my 39 years. Many of those people have touched me in a way that I will hold in my heart forever. You don't forget what people have done for you. What people have done with you. Those that are by your side day in and day out. I am surrounded by such good people. And for that I am forever grateful. It's you who have carried me this far and gotten me to this goal. This marathon for me, is not about running. I've put in the time training and I am ready. But it's about fighting something that has taken so much away from my family and friends.
While this may be my one and only Boston, I'll never give up that fight. It's engrained in me. Until there is a cure. I will fight. I'm fighting for moments taken away too soon, for battles fought too long and too hard. For life. For life being so cruelly unfair.
But it will take quite a fight for me to get through 26.2 as well.
I am ready. I am stronger. I am healthy. I am so excited I can't even put into words. But it will take everything I have to complete this. Everything. And I am willing to give it everything. 2 weeks from tomorrow.
This marathon means everything to me. I look at the friends I've made and I think of our journey and I can't even imagine what 4.20.15 will be like. I try to envision it. I fall asleep picturing myself standing in Hopkinton surrounded by a sea of Dana Farber singlets. I have pictured myself running the first 14 miles all the way to Newton. Trying to remember everything I've learned. To not go out too fast. To contain my excitement. To take it all in. Just breathe. One foot in front of the other. We can do this.
I picture myself hitting those hills but those hills are home to me. As hard as they will be after all that mileage those hills are where I have been training since December. I will see them as a sight for sore eyes. Sore legs too.
But as I am falling asleep. I force myself awake because I need to finish picturing all of this and I see the Citgo sign. A sign I looked at every day for 4 years straight. And then I am at mile 25. I have heard so much about Mile 25 and I know the people who will be there waiting are people that mean the world to me. I can't even imagine what that will be like. I catch my breath just sitting here typing imagining what that experience will be like. I imagine what the runner in me will be like at that point. Or what I will have left in me. It's hard to imagine at this point. I envy the people who have already experienced it. But it will be here soon enough. And I know mile 25 will carry me to the finish to my beautiful family who have been on this long road with me from the moment I decided to run. It is special for so many reasons.
I can't wait. I can wait. I go back and forth every day. I am silently freaking out. Very, very quietly. I feel it surface and I push it back down. 2 weeks will go by so fast and I will wish it was slower. I have goosebumps typing this and my stomach is in knots. The stories I've heard. The stories I've read. Boston Strong is the definition of this city and its people. I have never thought of it any other way. Boston stole my heart in 1993 when I spent 4 years at Simmons. So many memories living in such a beautiful place. It's etched in my heart forever. That's what happens when a place grabs you, holds on and doesn't let go. Boston does that.
Wishing all of my people a wonderful day. Enjoy the sunshine and know you are loved. These next 2 weeks I pray your nerves are calmed and your outlook is positive. I am ready. You are ready. We are ready.
As a first time marathoner I have many that are in my small boat.
We're sending big waves into motion. I couldn't do it without you.
love,
t
Boston you're my home...