It started six months ago. I had just watched my friends run apologetically and fearlessly during the Boston Marathon. Then I watched Beyonce's visual album Lemonade and found myself inspired to believe in myself and go head to head with the voice in my head that said I wasn't capable of training for and then running a Boston Marathon qualifying time (BQ).
BQ or Bust was born and the next thing I knew, I had the faith and support of my new coach Josh Maio and I took my first few steps toward an impossible. My marathon PR (personal record) was 3 hours, 59 minutes, and 37 seconds and in order to qualify for Boston, I had to run under 3 hours and 35 minutes. That meant shaving off 24 minutes and 37 seconds, almost 1 minute per mile. It felt impossible, scary and ludicrous. I hated running fast and I didn't believe I had the will power, strength, or confidence to stick with a structured training plan to make it happen.
But I trusted Josh and six long months later, I feel very different today than the person I was when I made that first vlog.
It's hard to put into words what I went through over the past 6 months. But before I knew it, I was in Chicago and 48 hours away from crossing the starting line.
I was scared, nervous and excited to see what was going to happen. I spent the day before the race wracked with nerves and excitement. I had the most amazing #SportsBraSquad shakeout run and was given a chance to hang out with over 130 people who were following my journey. It was incredible, humbling, and inspiring. And getting to talk to all of you reminded me that I wasn't alone and that regardless of what happened on race day, I had already won.
My goal was 3:35. I took off ready to cross the finish line under 3 hours and 35 minutes. The race itself is a total and complete blur.
And then I crossed the finish line in 3 hours 41 minutes and 09 seconds. I don't want to spend too much time writing about what happened because everything I want to say about the race is right here in this video.
At the end of the day, it's all about no regrets. My finishing time is irrelevant. I don't care about running fast, I care about running my heart out. That was the goal. My goal was to push myself to a place that I didn't believe I was capable of going. Not only did I have to fight to get to that place but I had to fight with every fiber of my being to stay there and to push through it. And I did.
No, I didn't BQ during the Chicago Marathon but words fail to describe how proud and accomplished I feel knowing that I gave 100% and left my heart on the course.
BQ or Bust doesn't end here. It's going to happen next year during the London Marathon. Without a doubt because why not! I refuse to stop until I prove to myself that running a BQ isn't impossible. I'm almost there! I not only refuse to give up now but I truly believe that I can do it.
The only way anything is impossible is if you fail to believe in yourself. No regrets. No excuses.
Until next time, #RunSelfieRepeat.