10/14/2021
Wisdom post: I’d be fibbing if I said I wasn’t disappointed in my Boston time Monday. 3:38 is not a bad time for a 60 year old but based on my training I set my expectations on sub 3:25 because that’s what doing 22 mile long runs at sub 8:00 pace told me from 38 marathons or ultras of experience. I knew this wasn’t going to be a great day after the first three miles, I’ve had lots of rough starts but they usually work out after three miles. It was warmer and more humid than I expected, I never got that spring in my step, my Achilles/PF got progressively worse, it could have been a miserable day. But as Boston always does, and most people aren’t aware of it, it reinforces the power of the smile. Smiling always gets you out of those dark places, when your confidence in your training is shot, when mentally you know you aren’t going to meet your expectations, when physically your foot is on fire because you were stupid in the last two weeks before your race ( more on that in the next post). But this Boston race is the only one I know of that has all the factors there to remind you the power of smiling. When you see friends at the start and on the course, when you see Santa , Big Bird, the Mandalorian on the course. During this race I had a lot of times when I was really hurting, and I thought just smile, and everything got better each time I did. I kind of thought that in the past, but at this race I practiced it so many times and I can attest, the smile is very powerful for getting thru rough patches.