I took a marathon monday about six months ago. Granted, it was for different reasons. I always loved Patriots Day. Especially senior year when with H, J, and C we partied at H’s fraternity house – grilling, playing beer pong and partying on the roof deck.
Norbs, C and I @ H’s frat house on the roof deck. God i miss the Pru in the background 
It was there that I met two girls from NU who had just finished running the marathon that I was suddenly inspired to eventually run one myself. It was there with a solo cup in my hand that I told them how awesome they were for running it, stalked them over to the Keg and made sure they described in detail their training…clearly I had been drinking for a few hours by the time they got there but thats okay. A year and a half later? I finished my first marathon in 7:00:00. Sue me, I’m slow.
The respect I have for marathoners is incredible. I know the perseverance and discipline it takes to finish one of those bad boys, and regardless of how half ass-ed my training was, there are people out there who’s training is their life. Unfortunately, I don’t think 5am runs on will ever suit me since I can’t even get my ass out of bed for a 6:15am spinning class (seriously…the alarm went off but…my tummy hurt so i fell back asleep and reset the alarm for an hour later. Whoops…). But I challenged myself and at mile 21 when I cried as I came off the bridge, and cried because my feet hurt and my hips hurt and my legs hurt and everything hurt…I knew I had to finish. I had to. There was no doubt in my mind.
In comparison, Boston marathon is a lot harder of a course than the MCM. Route 9, and Comm Ave and Boylston are nothing but hills. I know this. And I can’t help but hope that some day? Someday…I’ll finish across that famous finish line in Copley Square.
Regardless, Happy Marathon Monday/Patriots Day!
Me getting my medal after finishing my own marathon on 10-28-2007
