tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48436515561115309392024-03-14T02:06:14.041-07:00"How I BQ'd"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01936163586214616643noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843651556111530939.post-88071224260368471632014-04-10T17:37:00.000-07:002014-04-10T17:53:28.849-07:00Boston Qualified! 2014 - I crossed the finish line completely depleted, but filled with joy. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sherry Spinks</td></tr>
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I’m such a coward. At least that’s how I feel in the days leading up to a marathon. I start to get really anxious and even scared. I’m not scared of going the distance. I’m scared of the pain I know is coming. I know in a short time, I’m going to push my body to its limits. This is a fear I have come to accept. It’s become the norm. I’m starting to realize the marathon never gets easier. You just get better. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it. That’s what makes it so special. However, when I toe the starting line there is a calmness that sweeps over me. It’s really hard to describe. I feel ready. I’m focused. I know I’ve done my homework. I have put in the miles and trained hard. I’m fit. All that’s left at that moment is me and the 26 miles 385 yards that lie in front of me. I’m going to conquer it! And I did. Here’s the story….<br />
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The Shamrock Marathon will be one my family remembers forever. It was truly a special weekend filled with so many memorable moments and experiences. One of the things that made this trip so special was having my daughter, Cheyenne, running her first half marathon. Last March, Travis and I ran our first marathon in Albany, GA. Cheyenne really wanted to go with us and be there when we crossed the finish line for our first marathon. We contacted the race officials. They were nice enough to allow her to volunteer at the finish line passing out medals. I think that experience made a huge impact on her. It was after that she said she wanted to run a half marathon. She was only 12. We told her she needed to wait until she was older. All year long, she was persistent about running a half. After praying about it, I finally asked myself “Who am I to hold her back?” We decided to let her enter. I’m so thankful we did. When I looked back at the pictures from the marathon, I saw how happy she was while running. Seeing that smile on her face, I knew I had made the right decision. She was as happy as she could be doing what she loves. My advice to all of the parents out there would be if your kids have goals/dreams (notice I said your kids…not yours for them), help them pursue them.<br />
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We flew into Virginia on Friday. We decided to head over to the expo to pick up our bibs on Friday evening. Travis happened to be scrolling through his Twitter feed on the way to the expo and saw that Bart Yasso was going to be running the half marathon and had asked if anyone would like to join him. Just for the fun of it (and not really expecting a response), Travis tweeted back to him and told him Cheyenne would be running the half and it would be an honor for her to get to run with him. To our surprise, he actually responded and said he would love to run with her. We were absolutely floored! First, at the fact he actually responded. Second, at the fact he really said he would run with her! <br />
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Right after we saw his message, we turned around and he happened to be standing at the Runner’s World booth right behind us. We walked over and introduced ourselves (and of course got a couple of pics). The one thing that amazed me about Bart from the first time I met him, was how down-to-earth he was. He would talk to you as if he had known you your whole life. He truly is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. We really enjoyed seeing his slide show and listening to him speak at the expo. He is such an inspiration. I really don’t think he even knows how much of an impact he is having on the lives of so many people. God is really using him to do great things. There is no way I would have the energy to talk to so many people and shake so many hands weekend after weekend the way he does. I admire him for that. There was even this lady who came up to him about two minutes before he was going to speak at the expo and pulled him to the side to ask if she could get a picture planking beside him just because they were friends on Facebook and she wanted to be able to post it. He could have very easily told her it was not a good time (he was standing in front of the stage getting ready to speak in about two minutes.). But not Bart. He didn’t even hesitate to drop right down beside her and cheese it up for a picture while in the plank position. That speaks volumes about his character. What I failed to tell him that weekend, was just a few weeks before I had cursed his name while running Yasso 800′s around the track training to get a BQ. I had even put on Twitter a few weeks before I had a love/hate relationship with that workout. It really sucks while you are doing it. But, the payoff is great! I will definitely continue to use it for future marathon buildups.<br />
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At mile 20, we made a turn as we headed back toward the last six mile stretch. It was during this stretch that I felt the pain of the marathon. I honestly believe it wouldn’t have been as bad if the wind hadn’t been in my face. The winds were SO strong throughout the race. When you had a tailwind, it was great! But, the bad part of it was the last six miles when I was already fatigued, I had to fight the headwinds. The winds were a steady 25 mph. with gusts up to 40 mph. and more. It was like trying to run with a parachute tied to my back. I kept thinking cadence, cadence, cadence. I remember thinking to myself, “Quick turnover.” Just keep the pace. At mile 24 my pace had slowed to an 8:17, and by mile 25 I hit an 8:34. I thought, “Heck, NO! You did not train this hard to lose it in the last two miles of the race!” I remember telling myself to just relax into the wind just like I would running uphill. I had to pick up my feet faster. So I did. I hit mile 26 at an 8:15, and then picked up the pace even more on the last stretch home.<br />
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I crossed the finish line completely depleted, but filled with joy. I finished the race with a time of 3:32:21 (a personal best by 11 minutes)! I had qualified for the Boston Marathon! And Cheyenne and Travis were both there to celebrate with me at the finish line. It was a day I will cherish forever!<br />
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I want to say thank you to everyone who prayed for me, encouraged me, sent me text messages to wish me good luck, and stood by me throughout my training to help me reach my goals. I am truly blessed to have such support from family and friends.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7UGWCGLdcQ/U0blTDjvUKI/AAAAAAAAB4k/gePh4WEq_y8/s1600/08+sherry13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7UGWCGLdcQ/U0blTDjvUKI/AAAAAAAAB4k/gePh4WEq_y8/s1600/08+sherry13.jpg" /></a>My advice to everyone would be to dream big and never give up on your goals. Stay focused and work hard! Eliminate excuses and surround yourself with people who will encourage and support you. YOU CAN DO IT!<br />
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Sherry Spinks<br />
Aragon, Georgia
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I began running in May 2009. I was a little more than two years sober and was starting to understand my life had to be more than just not drinking. I no longer was okay with being angry, impatient, and sad. I kept telling myself at least I was sober, but I also wanted a better life. I knew I had to take action for things to improve. I didn't know what to do next, but like everything positive in my life, I attribute my discovery of running to being fully "aware"-- opening my eyes to what was happening now and right in front of me.<br />
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A running store had opened a few blocks from me. I had entered a few 5k's in my life at others urging, but never had I considered myself a runner or had I trained for anything. The running store had a social running group. I remember not being able to run but one mile, and then having to stop and bend over from a "stitch" in my side. The owner took me aside and taught me how to breathe and pace. I learned about running clothes, socks and gear. I didn't give up. In early sobriety I was constantly afraid of relapsing and having to start over. My fear of failure became a character asset in running.<br />
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In three months I learned how to run up to five miles without stopping. I couldn't believe it. I signed up for my first half marathon and completed it in 2:17. I remember being mad at myself for walking on the course and not running the entire way. After the half marathon, my ego drove me to try for a full marathon to "make up" for what I thought was a terrible performance. Three months later I ran the Austin Marathon in 4:28. All I remember is trying not to cry on the course as I saw my family at mile 23, and telling myself to not stop running because if I did, I would not be able to start again. That marathon may have started with my ego, but I was humbled on that course that day. I learned that a marathon was my body, my mind, my heart, and all the people around me. All of those things had to be present.<br />
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In sobriety, they say you begin to discover who you are, and what you can do and what you can't do. Running seemed like something I could do, but I never knew it before. I hired a coach and began to surprise myself with every placing and win at local events. People began to call to me by name, or come up to me and tell me they admired my running. I have been overwhelmed by the words said to me about being an inspiration and a positive example.<br />
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I had gotten close to breaking four hours in subsequent marathons, and at Chicago 2012, that is all I wanted to do. Every time I step up to a start line, I question whether I should be there. I initially doubt my abilities. But then I tell myself, this is old thinking. I remind myself of how hard I have worked, and who all my supporters are. I tell myself to do the best I can each step of the way and in the end, just be happy. As I crossed the finish line in Chicago, I accomplished something I never ever expected to achieve in my lifetime. When I was in the midst of my alcoholism, I felt victimized constantly. I told everyone I had bad luck or I blamed all my misgivings on outside factors. When I got sober, I began changing myself and saw the world changing around me as a result. I began to receive the gifts of life. My BQ for sure is an unexpected gift of sobriety in my life.<br />
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Running for me has become my metaphor for sobriety. I can't stay sober alone. I would never have made it to Boston on my own-- I have running partners, a great coach, super sponsors, encouraging friends, and cheering family members who have carried my spirit along the way. Sobriety is not always easy, and not every run is easy either. I don't pick up a drink after a bad day, and I don't give up after a bad run. There are no guarantees in sobriety that every day will be good or every moment sunshine and butterflies, just like there are no guarantees every marathon or training run will be a good one. I have cramped on a marathon course, and cried on a marathon course, but I still put one step in front of the other. I have sober days filled with unhappiness and sadness, but I don't drink. I keep moving forward in my sober life, because I know what is behind me and I don't want to go backwards to what it was like then, or even worse.<br />
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I don't think I would appreciate my sobriety as much as I do today were it not for running. I would never be on my journey to the Boston Marathon were I not on my journey of sobriety. I am trudging the road of happy destiny and for that I am grateful.<br />
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Eva Esquivel<br />
San Antonio, Texas<br />
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5k - 21:04<br />
10 mile - 1:15:11<br />
1/2 Marathon - 1:41:03<br />
25k - 2:06:09<br />
Marathon - 3:41:25<br />
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I really haven’t been running very long. When I turned 50, in 2005, I started thinking more about my health, and joined a fitness center. I ran on the treadmill, used the elliptical, and regularly went to fitness classes.<br />
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In 2010, a buddy talked me into running a 5k with him. This was the first time I ever ran outside. It was a small event and I finished 4th in age group (behind my buddy). My next 5k I finished 3rd in my age group, again behind my buddy. It was wonderful winning an award. I had never played sports in school, so it was a new experience. By my fourth race, I was passing my buddy and really enjoying competing!<br />
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The more races I won, the more motivated my training became. By the end of that year, I had my 5k time down to 21:30!<br />
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In Year 3, I listened to my body, and placed in six out of eight races, adding 5 mile, 10k, and 13.1 distances.<br />
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In 2013, I placed in all ten races, with eight firsts and two second place finishes, and ran my first marathon at age 58. The marathon was the Honkey Tonk Marathon in Wisconsin Dells, WI, on October 20th, and it was a hilly course. I ended up running that race because the flat races had all filled up early.<br />
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It was a small event, 107 runners, and I finished 1st in my age group, and 10th overall, with a time of 3:27:19. I had needed 3:40 to Boston Qualify. It will be really hard to top the feeling I received after crossing that finish line. <br />
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The race had a county western theme, at the finish <br />
we received a cowboy hat and a finisher medal shaped <br />
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Because this marathon was in October, I will not run in Boston until 2015, I would have needed to qualify before September to run in 2014. But, I will be there in 2015!<br />
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Dale Sandley<br />
Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01936163586214616643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843651556111530939.post-25287367479662558692014-03-09T15:18:00.000-07:002014-04-10T17:53:05.136-07:00Boston Qualified! 2014 – "...but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward!” <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa Johnston</td></tr>
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My Boston Story is not complete yet. My Boston Qualifying story is. After seven marathon attempts, with my best time being 4:02, I had basically given up qualifying for Boston. I took a five year hiatus from running, had a couple of beautiful baby girls, and finally got back into running in 2012.<br />
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In early 2013, my best running friend convinced me to sign up for a 50k. When I got back into running in 2012, I had decided to “never run a marathon again,” so this was a long shot, but I accepted the challenge. A few weeks later, I decided that running a marathon would be a good “training” run for my 50k, so I signed up for the Potomac River Run Marathon.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I had planned to run the marathon at a slow and reasonable “training” pace, but deep in my heart I knew I had more in me than that. I hadn’t run a marathon in six years, and the idea of qualifying for Boston lurked in my head. I quickly quieted my thoughts every time this absurd idea popped into my mind. I reminded myself I had not run a marathon in over six years, and that I had only ever run 4:02. I need to run under 3:35 to qualify for Boston. It was a ridiculous notion to even consider. I would train to run a personal record, not to qualify for Boston.<br />
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On April 15, 2013, I watched the events of the Boston Marathon unfold while at work. A feeling of pure horror overcame me. It quickly turned to anger and disgust. I felt what every runner felt. I wanted to show I was not scared to come to Boston and run the marathon and that the putrid acts that occurred that day did not destroy my spirit. I had to prove to myself I could qualify for Boston. My goals had changed.<br />
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I asked multiple people for advice about pacing for my marathon the week before. Be safe, they said. It had been years and I had never attempted to run so far so fast. Go out around 8-8:15 pace, they said.<br />
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I thought, OK. But I can run faster than that. I knew in my heart I could run faster than that. <br />
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I set my watch for 7:30 pace. Dangerous idea.<br />
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Sometimes that is all a runner needs. A little challenge.<br />
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I finished the marathon in 3:18:04. I fought through a wall that nearly brought me to my knees at mile 24. I finished. A 44 minute PR. More importantly, I did it. I qualified for Boston by over 15 minutes! <br />
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My story had only just begun on that day. Fast forward to November 2013. I had struggled through pain and another marathon, and finally received the diagnosis of “labral tear in left hip, bulging discs, degenerative disc disease, hip synovitis, and edema of the pubis.” I had already signed up for Boston. I saw my dream of actually running Boston nearly get flushed down the toilet. I stood up for myself, for what I believe. I avoided the surgery most receive for a labral tear, and I have started training again. <br />
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All my days are not pain free. Some are, some are not. This is minimal compared to what happened to hundreds of people at the finish line of Boston last year. They stay in my mind. Finishing stays in my mind. I will run Boston. As the great Martin Luther King once stated “If you can’t fly then run. If you can’t run then walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”<br />
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This is my motto for Boston 2014. I will finish.<br />
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Lisa Johnston<br />
Reston, Virginia<br />
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<i>Sometimes getting into the field of the Boston Marathon is more than half the story. Here is an account for a first time entrant in 2014. Look for an update next April!</i><br />
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When my running hit a plateau in 2007, I decided that I needed a change. It was time to master a new distance. The mystical concept of "the Wall" is what first drew me to the marathon. I had never experienced that kind of pain. I wanted to face the challenge and see how I stacked up.<br />
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Whether or not to try for the Boston Marathon was never a question. My competitive nature immediately kicked in. Boston was in my sights.<br />
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My first marathon attempt in 2007 was disastrous. It was literally the most humiliated I’ve ever felt. A few years passed before I fully recovered. But in 2011 I was ready to go again! My training was more well-rounded, more challenging, and several weeks longer. Additionally, the course I had chosen was flat with crisp October weather. My 3:10:59 was in the bag. And it was! Unfortunately for me, October 2011 marked the drop of the Boston qualifying time for my age group to 3:05:00.<br />
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That was it for me. I put everything I had into the 2011 training. I dropped my finishing time by six minutes. I didn’t have another four minutes to give.<br />
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But funny things happen when a boy meets the right girl. My girlfriend (now fiancée) believed in me more than anyone had before. She listened to the horror stories from my marathons, and she told me, "… but I know you could qualify if you wanted to try again."<br />
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The rest is history. I don’t know if it was solely her belief in me or what – but I never had a problem qualifying for Boston again. Truth be told, I couldn’t admit to this unbelievable girl that the marathon beast had beaten me. I needed to prove to her I had the drive to achieve everything I ever wished to achieve.<br />
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eight days after running Louisville's Kentucky Derby Marathon in 2:56:23</td></tr>
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Third sub-three hour race within six weeks</td></tr>
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The marathon is big, it’s scary, and it requires an unreasonable amount of preparation and dedication… every single time. There are no shortcuts or cheats. You have to be willing to sacrifice every bit of yourself with no guarantee of success. But we have to keep trying. By pushing ourselves to our limits, we truly discover that we’re limitless.<br />
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Kyle Durham<br />
Florence, Kentucky<br />
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