Marathon Monday was a glorious day packed into a truly memorable weekend.
|Enjoying my 26.2!|
|With Catherine & Domani (and their signs)|
after the marathon!
|With my Mom & Dad and their sign before the marathon|
|Greeting my family at Mile 21!!|
|Chatting with Domani at Mile 21!!|
RVRR powered me through my BQ training cycles and cheered me on during both of my BQ attempts, including my Philly qualifier. Club members were also there in Boston to cheer on those of us who were running. The excitement of seeing friends I had been running and training with for the last two years as I closed in on my final 5k of that race is indescribable. RVRR has led me to some deep friendships and incredible personal achievements, but most important to me is the unconditional support I have found both in competition and life. It makes me bubble up with pride anytime I see the RVRR banner or our club members, so seeing RVRR on the Boston course was just that much sweeter.
|With Malinda at my 2nd half marathon|
and the 1st I ran with her -
the Nike Women's Half in Washington, DC.
|With Marise just before going to our start corrals|
I am thankful for Boston and what it meant to me as a part of my grief journey. It will always hold an important place for me as a personal accomplishment, especially coming out of what has so far been the most difficult time in my life.
|From Hopkinton to Boston!|
While we were at the Mets game here in San Francisco (watching our Mets win by the way), the Giants had their 8th inning sing-along. I had to hold back the tears as the beginning bars started to play because the song was, of course, "Don't Stop Believin'". After we got home from the game, the "good luck" charm necklace I had been wearing for the last few months finally wore away and "broke" which is supposed to indicate a wish is about to come true.
Good things are coming. I believe it. They tend to unfold exactly in the right time and the right manner in which they are supposed to - as long as we keep moving forward. And I believe that somehow Joe was just making sure I remembered that.
After all, patience was always his virtue and never mine.