My dream, my nightmare is coming true - I am running the Boston Marathon this April 21st. This has been a dream of mine since my student days at Boston College for two reasons:
- I began running freshman year for exercise. My dad also liked to run a few miles so he would come out to BC for the day; we would go for a two mile run then consume more calories than we burned over an unhealthy lunch. We thought our two mile runs around BC were an obvious segue into running the Boston Marathon. It was added to the bucket list
- Marathon Monday is a special day in Boston. The city comes out in droves to support the runners and drink a few beers. I’ve always had visions of trading my beer for a bib. As much fun as it was to stand at the top of heartbreak hill as an undergrad cheering on the runners, I’ve wanted to actually pound the pavement and cross over heartbreak hill at mile 21
It is a nightmare because it means running 26.2 miles. I did recently prove to myself I could run a marathon when I ran the Philadelphia Marathon in 2012. I was in need of a fitness challenge and my dad and friend Cassie were looking for a new goal too. Running Philly made sense on paper (optimal training weather, appropriate number of weeks to train, easy entry, close distance to home) but in all actuality running 26.2 miles never makes sense. All three of us signed up. We needed a goal, and we succeeded - but the ultimate goal has always been to run Boston.
The dream took on even more significance last year when my dad ran the 2013 Boston Marathon and made it 25.7 miles before the bombs went off. I was with him the last six miles as a bandit runner and as he was turned away on Boylston Street. After a few terrible hours, we were able to find our family and friends and begin to regroup - and that is when the two of us decided we would run the 2014 Boston Marathon together in support of all the folks that were impacted last Marathon Monday, and “bounce back” with the amazing city and people of Boston.
Running has always seemed to be a solitary sport, but over the past several years I’ve realized how much external influence one needs to actually make a race happen. I could not have finished Philly without those closest to me, and also the complete strangers, all urging me across the finish line that day. It was seeing Matt at strategic places along the course, my dad promising we would cross the finish line together even if he had to carry me, knowing that Cassie was fighting through back pain and sickness a couple miles ahead of us, phone calls with my mom, hilarious spectator signs and costumes, text messages from friends, cheers from friends (Jordan, Cassie’s Matt, Ashley, Steve, etc) along the course, the girl around mile 24 running in her dad’s memory, etc, that helped me finish.
And now I need YOUR SUPPORT in helping me cross the finish line on Marathon Monday. I am looking to raise $2,000 for Cops for Kids with Cancer as my bib is through the Massachusetts State Police (thanks, Donny!), and this is an important fundraiser for them. The first $1,000 is for my own bib, and anything over that will go toward my dad’s bib, as he is a former police officer as well and I’d like to help him and the fundraiser as a whole as much as possible. A donation of any size ($1-100!) is greatly appreciated. I can’t wait to cross the yellow paint with my dad on 4/21/14, 12 days before I turn 30!
Update: The outpouring of support from family and friends for this fundraiser has been beyond touching. I am blessed to have so many amazing people in my life. You are all very generous and kind. You rock my world! As a result, I am increasing my fundraising target. I would love to help my "uncle" Donny out with his fundraising goal of $1,000. Donny was my dad's college roommate and has been a lifelong family friend. He has a heart of gold. Without his perseverance, I would not be running the marathon this year. The State Police have an allocated number of marathon bibs each year. As you can imagine, this year they were in high demand. On a way too frequent basis, Donny had to remind the marathon organizer that he would like me to have one of the bibs. If it wasn't for his persistance and the fact that he had never asked the coordinator for anything before, I would not be able to run this year. I am forever grateful for Donny's efforts. I would love to help him with his fundraising goal as a small thank you. Anyway you could help would be awesome! xoxo