boston qualifying

Only one surprise from 23 and Me

Beth gave me a 23 and me genetic testing kit for Father’s Day and I just got the results. The test confirmed what a casual observer would guess about me…I’m of Northern European descent, lactose tolerant, predisposed to be normal weight, etc. I paid extra for the health reports and was relieved that I’m not at risk for any genetic diseases nor do I have any recessive risks that might have been passed to my kids (I will admit that I was nervous to see those results).

The only real surprise is that apparently I’m genetically biased for fast twitch versus slow twitch muscle fibers. The report explains that this variant likely only makes the difference between a very very good athlete and a world class, Olympic athlete. I’m neither but I would be interested to know what percentage of Boston qualifiers have the slow twitch variant.

How to Qualify for Boston

So you want to run the Boston Marathon. Here’s a nice long post on how to get yourself there and start/finish strong.

1. Do the research. Make sure you know exactly what time you need for your gender and age. Also, know that running a BQ time does NOT guarantee you a spot in the marathon. It gives you a chance to register. Every year, hundreds to thousands get turned away due to capacity limits. Many people try to aim for a BQ - 5 mins to be safe. This years Boston had the largest cut off time. You had to run 2 minutes and 28 seconds faster than a BQ to be accepted into the race. (For 18-34 men, this means 3:02:32, and 18-34 women, this means 3:32:32). If you’re close to Boston, I highly recommend watching the race before trying to qualify. It’s absolutely incredible and it’s definitely worth the trip.

2. Pick a race. The nice thing about qualifying for Boston is that there’s races all over the country (and world!). You get to pick! Check on the Boston Athletic Association’s website to make sure it’s a USATF certified course before you make your final decision. I recommend choosing a flat course. There’s also multiple websites out there that have BQ and PR rates for lots of popular marathons. Plan a race far enough out that you can map out your training (with a bit of room for adjustment) and increase your mileage safely. Fall is a popular racing time, but since registration opens in early September, running a fall marathon will likely qualify you for Boston 2 years out (for example, running a marathon in October 2016 would get you a BQ for 2018). Races mid summer and winter also have the possibility of being cancelled due to blizzard or extreme heat, so you may want to pick a back up race if weather is questionable.

3. Be realistic. Most people aren’t gonna qualify during their first marathon, while racing injured, undertrained, over trained, or during extreme weather conditions. Be flexible with yourself and be willing to adapt your plan/goals to what’s happening. I found that making ABC goals help a lot. A is best case scenario, perfect weather conditions, etc; B is maybe not gonna quite hit a BQ but here’s another goal; C being it’s not my day but I’m confident I could finish in X. The C goal should be something you know you can do, so you’re not completely devastated if things go wrong.

4. Do the training. Build mileage SLOWLY. You don’t become a marathoner overnight. Be gentle with yourself. Be kind to your body. 10% is a good rule of thumb for how quickly some people can increase weekly mileage, but as a frequently injured runner, I would recommend 5-7% to be safe. You don’t want to train for a marathon injured, trust me. (Seriously, TRUST ME.) My body tolerates workouts and speed work VERY poorly. I know this. I know I can’t do Yasso 800s or mile repeats or hard farther runs. All of these are recommended in nearly every training plan I’ve seen. So I don’t use one. You can be successful doing one “tempo” run a week. This pace is up to you. My “tempo” runs when I BQ'ed were 20-30 seconds slower per mile than my BQ pace. Most of your running will be much slower than your actual goal pace. Run hills too. They’re good for you.

5. Do the other training. Yeah. Cross training. And strength training. You should do both. Chances are, you’re not going to run every day. My body maxes at about 4 days a week of running, which is totally fine. Some days you’ll wake up and just not want to run, which is also fine. As mentioned above, I don’t tolerate speed workouts well. Every running workout I have ever done has resulted in a serious injury. But I can do bike sprints all day no problem. Bike sprints are great! Slow biking is great. Elliptical is great. I have found that long distance biking is really good for building mental strength (in an “I don’t want to do this but I’m gonna sit here and do it anyway” sense). Some gyms have different machines like zero runners or stair steppers or others so see what your resources are. Strength training doesn’t necessarily involve lifting weights, but it can if you want it to. Running Strong (by Jordan Metzel) is a great injury prevention book which involves lots of different exercises (some body weight and some weighted). Runners World also regularly posts articles like “6 core exercises you’re not doing!” or “arm workout for runners”. The Nike+ Training Club app also has good, short strength training workouts. Most are 15-30 minutes and require little to no equipment. If you’re going to lift weights, don’t do leg day immediately before or after a hard/long run, you WILL regret it. Also, core. Really important. It’s not just “doing abs” either. Core also involves your butt, your back, your chest, etc. Everything that’s not your arms or legs is “core”. Having a strong core reduces impact elsewhere on your body and helps prevent injury. Do core workouts!

6. Do the long runs. Pace yourself appropriately. Your long runs don’t need to be at marathon pace and this certainly shouldn’t be your fastest run of the week. You’re gonna need to run 20 miles, at least once, but twice would also be good. You don’t need to do it every week for 3 months. That’s completely unnecessary. Some people do long runs up to 24 miles but I also think that’s unnecessary. I have done one 22 miler in training for each of my marathons (which fit within my weekly mileage goals) but I wouldn’t recommend it to a beginner runner. I’ve read before that your long run shouldn’t take up more that half your weekly mileage, meaning in your peak weeks which you’re doing 20, your total for the week should be near 40. It’s not an exact science, and life does get in the way sometimes, but don’t go out and try to do 20 if you’ve barely run all week. ALL training plans are adaptable. Nothing is set in stone.

7. Nutrition. This is important. I’m not just talking about mid run nutrition either. Your body is working 24/7 to repair broken down muscle, decrease inflammation, get stronger, function normally, etc. You need to eat. You need to eat appropriately. This probably means eating more than you eat right now. There are countless books and resources out there with recipes, recommendations, info, etc. You don’t need to count everything or measure or weight all your food. You need to eat carbs. You need to eat protein. You need to eat fat. You need sugar. You need salt. You need everything!! For shorter distances runs, I personally don’t find that I need to take in much fuel. Water usually works just fine. The standard recommendation for gels is one every 45 minutes, taken with water (DONT FORGET THE WATER). Take gels with water, NOT Gatorade! Some people cannot tolerate gels. There’s tons of different gels, blocks, chews, waffles, jelly beans, etc. You can also eat real food. Clif bars, Swedish fish, dried fruit, etc. Any carb based snack that’s easy to carry will work just fine. You can also just drink Gatorade or something similar. Or do a combination of both (this is what I usually do). You need try different things to find out what works best. Every runner has a favorite, so feel free to ask around! If you plan on not carrying you own nutrition on race day, find out what’s on the course. Typically, all races half marathon and above will have water, Gatorade, and some type of gel. Post run I usually like some kind of electrolyte drink, plenty of water, and a meal that involves a significant amount of carbs but protein also. 4:1 ratio of carbs to protein is what runners world and other resources usually say, but you don’t have to overthink it. It isn’t rocket science, just listen to your body!

Side note on nutrition: If your weight needs to be adjusted (like actually though. Not I need to lose X pounds so I can have X% body fat and be lean and fast!! I’m serious, like a real medical professional suggested you need to lose or gain weight) then I HIGHLY recommend speaking to a real medical professional about that. Losing weight and gaining weight (I’m talking more than a few pounds fluctuations, which are normal and will happen as you adjust your training) are both EXTREMELY difficult to do when you’re putting your body through so much stress. Marathon training is incredibly demanding, and to demand more from your body that you’re already pushing so hard can have devastating outcomes.


Five miles of hill repeats with almost 900 feet in elevation climb. Felt great… even mentally and the hill next to the local dam is my new “zen zone.”

When I got home a lady walking her dog stopped by and chatted. Apparently her friend down the street recently qualified for Boston. The neighbor said she remembers seeing me in the fall when I started running regularly and she remembers how it was more of a jog then. Then she said, “Now you are legitimately running around the neighborhood.” Made my day. 🙌🏼

Golf outing tomorrow then 10 miles on Wednesday. It’s the final big buildup week then time to taper! ❤️✌🏼🏃🏼

anonymous asked:

Dear Jess, I love your stories! Could you please continue writing the Percabeth American Ninja Warrior AU? It was perfect!!! It's a combination of my favorite things: Percabeth, ANW and your writing:)

previously on: so you want to be an american ninja warrior

Annabeth doesn’t realize how serious Percy actually is about this American Ninja Warrior thing until it boils over into a full blown obsession.

To be fair, Percy proposes at least one implausible idea that he has no plans to follow through with a month. How was she supposed to know that becoming a reality show competitor was the one he’d go after instead of, say, opening a seaside burger shack or marrying her?

She probably should’ve figured out it when, two weeks after their first conversation, the Boston qualifiers airs and one of the competitors is a fellow New York firefighter. The guy walks out on stage in full turnout gear, roaring for the crowd as he takes it off, but makes a poor showing, tripping on the third quintuple step (okay, maybe Annabeth’s started paying more attention to the show than she’s ready to admit) and dramatically belly flopping into the pool.

Percy’s finishing a night shift when the episode airs, but they must’ve watched it at the station, because it’s all he can talk about when he gets home in the morning.

“ — can’t believe Ladder 18 is the first company to get a guy on the show and he makes an ass out of himself. How humiliating,” Percy says, gesturing with the half eaten apple in his hand. Annabeth darts under his flailing arms to get to the coffee maker. “Makes us look pathetic, you know? ‘Specially going after the NYPD guy who had the fastest time of the night. Ugh. It had to be a cop.”

If there’s one thing Annabeth’s learned since Percy became a firefighter, it’s the that long standing animosity between New York’s fire and police departments could equal any number of epic rivalries between her immortal Greek relatives. Knowing that, she probably shouldn’t have said what she did, but there’d been a severe lack of coffee in her system and even daughters of Athena make mistakes when lacking caffeine.

“I guess you’ll just have to show them what a real firefighter looks like next season, hmm?” she replies, grabbing her thermos and standing her tiptoes to peck him on the cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Even with that comment, Percy’s dream might’ve just stayed a dream if a familiar face hadn’t popped up on the platform during the San Francisco qualifiers the next week.

“And let’s give a big welcome to this Ninja Warrior rookie, 25-year-old Jason Grace!” Matt Iseman’s introduction is almost as enthusiastic as the stream of beer that spews from Percy’s mouth when their TV screen fills with Jason’s handsome face. “Jason’s a history teacher here in his hometown of San Francisco, and a former college football player who waited in the walk-on line at the urging of his wife, Piper!”

“What the fuck,” Percy hisses as the camera pans to the sidelines where Piper, wearing a Superman shirt, stands and cheers. “What the fuck is this.”

“Looks like Jason’s living your dream,” Annabeth says dryly as Percy dives over the couch arm, frantically reaching for his cell phone on the end table. “Oh, I think I see Frank and Hazel in the stands! How cool.”

Percy lets out a strangled growl, his eyes darting from his contact list to the TV where Jason is waving to Piper, showing of the legion tattoo on his forearm. He’s wearing athletic shorts, a shirt with a Superman logo that matched Piper’s, and, surprisingly, his thick, black rimmed glasses. Jason squares his shoulders, breathing out through his nose, and gets ready to start his run.

“Jason’s friends call him the blonde Superman,” Akbar Gbajabiamila adds to the commentary, “and he’s hoping to fly right through the course to the final round. Let’s see how he does!”

The buzzer sounds and Jason’s off, breezing through the quintuple steps. Percy has his phone jammed up to his ear by the time he gets to the next obstacle, the rolling log, and trouble sets it.

“His 6’2” frame will help him get a good wrap around the log, but can he hold on? He’s got a good rotation, almost made it… whoa! Did you see that, Akbar? Jason Grace made it, but he lost his glasses on the log roll!”

“They’re in the pool!” Akbar responds breathlessly as Jason gets up on the mats, shaking off the dizziness. He glances around for his glasses and, when he doesn’t spot them right away, shrugs and moves on to the next balance. “Matt, I don’t believe this! Jason lost his glasses and he’s going to keep competing. Hello Superman, goodbye Clark Kent!”

“Oooh, good one, Akbar,” Annabeth says, mostly just to annoy Percy, who shoots her a hurt look. He and Jason might be forever bound by the vows of their sacred bromance, but that doesn’t mean there still isn’t a healthy bit of competition between the two of them.

“WHAT THE SHIT, JASON,” Percy hollers into the phone a moment later. On screen, the son of Jupiter makes it past the paddle boards balance obstacle with only a minor trip toward the end. “AMERICAN FUCKING NINJA WARRIOR?”

“Oh, is the episode airing already?” Jason’s tinny voice says, clearly not noticing the utter betrayal in Percy’s tone. “Yeah, that was Piper’s idea. I would’ve said something, but it’s kind of embarrassing, you know?”

EMBARRASSING?” Percy repeats, still at roar level. Annabeth kicks him in the thigh and he lowers his tone, “Akbar called you Superman, dude! You’re living my dream! My dream! How could you?!”

There’s a long pause on the other line and then Jason says, hesitantly, “Oh, um, I didn’t know…?”

“If you’re going to break up with Jason,” Annabeth says loudly, as Percy opens his mouth to rage some more, “can you do it out on the fire escape? I’d like to critique his run in peace.”

Percy pulls the phone away from his mouth to grumble, “We’re not breaking up, what even,” under his breath, but gets up and stomps over to the fire escape window, hissing angrily at Jason the entire way.

On the show, Jason gets as far as the end of the first tilting ladder, but can’t make the five-foot leap to the second ladder, missing the rung by the tips of his fingers. He goes splashing into the pool and Iseman makes a crack about the ladders being Jason’s Kryptonite. He gets out of the pool, smiles winningly at the camera as someone off screen hands his glasses back to him, and says, “Could’ve used these on that last jump!” before the show moves on to the next contestant.

Annabeth shoots Jason a quick sorry about my idiot, you did great! maybe get some contacts next time, huh? XD text and settles in to watch the rest of the episode.

Jason’s run joins the others in her mind that she turns over and analyzes for flaws during the commercial breaks. Not wearing secured glasses was his biggest mistake, obviously, but Jason’s form on the tilting ladders had been poor (“He doesn’t know his alphabet! Where are those L’s?” a voice that sounds an awful lot like Akbar’s asks in her head). Even if he’d had a good enough swing off the first, he probably would’ve dropped from exhaustion toward the end of the second ladder anyway.

She wouldn’t make those mistakes, Annabeth determines with a firm nod, before she realizes how ridiculous she’s being. 

Oh, gods. What has watching this show done to her?

Percy misses the last half hour of the show as he bawls out Jason over the phone, stomping back into the living room just in time to see that, despite his fall, their friend had landed in the top 30 and will move on to the city finals.

“That’s it, it’s on,” Percy declares, pointing a threatening finger at the screen, which has son of Jupiter’s name highlighted in yellow. “Jason can suck it. Next year, that’s going to be me on that leader board.”

Even then, Annabeth’s sorry to admit, she doesn’t actually believe he’s going to go through on that promise.

Or that he’ll succeed in dragging her along with him.


Slowly but surely making my way to a Boston Qualifier 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 I can’t thank my coaches enough for putting in these miles with me week in and week out. Nothing ever worth having comes easy, but that’s what makes the accomplishment so much sweeter. My time is coming and I won’t stop until I’m crossing the Boston start and finish 🏁

A split second after this photo was taken I broke into tears.

I crossed the finish line, buried my head in my hands and cried. Someone draped me with a medal and a spaceman blanket. I shuffled out of the finish area and found a place to sit. I sat alone for a couple of moments and wept silently as I processed everything. Over two years of hard work lead to this. I was overwhelmed. Overjoyed. 

I did it. I ran a Boston qualifying time of 3:03:50, smashing my personal best by over twenty minutes. I often doubted that this was even possible.


Fun, family weekend at the Go! Marathon and Half Marathon in St. Louis!

Mike and I have run hundreds of races by ourselves, so it was really fun to have a family watching and running this weekend. My brother, running his first marathon, Boston Qualified by 8 minutes. That’s him in red. He will join his wife, in orange, who Boston Qualified at her first marathon last fall. Wow! It was very exciting to see him come in after running a fantastic race with even pacing throughout.

I ran the half in 1:58:10 which I am pretty happy about about. I’ve run this distance faster several times, but anytime I get under 2 hours I’m pretty happy. The day was perfect for racing and I got a little sentimental running the course. I worked downtown as an auditor at Price Waterhouse my first few years out of school, and it was fun to see all of the businesses where I used to audit and places I used to go to eat. Very fun!

I’m Boston bound! (2016 of course). I ran a 3:03:26 and placed second in my age group and seventh overall. Horrible weather (which made a seven-mile out and back on a bike trail extremely slippery), and I fell and busted my knee and ankle. But I don’t care. So very happy right now.

Edit: thanks for all of the encouragements and kind words, everyone. And to all running Boston this year, I’m hoping for great weather and looking forward to some great race recaps.

Persons of Inspiration: Bryon AKA Pump of Running With Pump

I’m not exactly sure how I first stumbled upon Running with Pump. Pump has been around Tumblr since 2011, so I guess he’s kinda a runblr institution?! 

Since starting his weight loss journey more than 2 years ago, running turned from a way to lose weight to a true passion. The guy runs all the freaking time, and fast too! 

Jenna: You’ve lost 45 pounds over the past two years. What drove you to take that first step in to running?

Pump: Like a lot of people, I started running with the primary purpose of losing weight.  My girlfriend at the time had suggested that we needed to get in shape and running was the first thing that came to mind.

The first few days I was in such bad shape that I couldn’t run a full mile.  I drastically improved my eating habits and about a month later I ran my first sub 30 minute 5K.  I was ridiculously excited to say the least.

J: How do you stay motivated? What drives you?

P: My competitiveness drives me.  It sounds cliche, but I really hate losing. I don’t necessarily mean losing to other runners (I don’t like that either), but more losing to myself.  I don’t want to settle on certain times or distances, I constantly want to be improving. I had no intention of racing when I started running, but I was hooked after crossing that first finish line.  Two and a half years later and I still get that feeling in my stomach before every race. 

J: You had an important PR this year at the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon and ran a BQ time , which is pretty much every runner’s dream. What was the largest contributing factor to achieving this?

P: This year’s Monumental Race was obviously very important to me.  I’m not sure I’ve ever put as much work into anything as I did training for that race.  Despite hitting my PR, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little cheated by my injury.  I hit my Boston Qualifying standard, but there’s still a decent chance my time isn’t good enough to get me into the 2015 race.  I think I’m purposefully not letting myself feel too proud until I find out that I’m actually in.  

I just realized that I  didn’t answer the question at all.  The largest contributing factor to my “success” was and will always be support.  I can’t tell you how many people (mostly from Tumblr) were in my corner.  As corny as it sounds, every single one of those people entered my mind during the race.  I will be forever thankful to everyone on this website.

J: What are you most looking forward to in 2014 

P: I’m looking forward to a lot of new and different things in 2014.  From a fitness perspective, I currently have 5 races of different distances (ranging from 5k to 13.1 miles) on the schedule between March and May.  The goal is to set new PR’s in each of those races.  Another goal and probably the most important is to run a sub 3 hour marathon in either October or November.  I would also like to hit 2,000 miles for the year, assuming my body holds up. 

Thanks so much for answering my questions. You had a great 2013 and 2014 only looks better.

Boston Strong: Escaping Heartbreak Hell to Clock Marathon No.7

Sat in the big plastic tents in the athlete’s village, staring out through rain-drop drenched plastic walls across the bleak scene of cold-blue legs and wind-battered runners queuing for the toilets, I found myself wishing I was back in the desert. I would have given anything for a bit of Saharan sun.

It was a New York-like cold start that I hadn’t quite anticipated and as my feet turned to bricks of ice while we waited out the two hours before the race start, I couldn’t help but be a little worried about how the day would pan out.

Then I remembered that I’m English and rain is what we do. I thought back to the number of Sunday mornings when I was a kid, where we’d trek to a small village in the middle of the south west countryside, get changed some corrugated iron shack and then brave battering winter winds and sheet rain all in the name of football. It wasn’t quite a warming thought but it helped. 

By the time we moved to our corrals and some bloke started belting out the Star Spangled Banner fortunately the rain had passed. Even though I’m not American, I always find that national anthem moment before the US races pretty galvanising and yesterday was no different. With the engine fired up but feet still made of ice, we set off. 


From the very start, Boston is a battle against the ups and downs. Despite this being something everyone always talks about, I don’t think you quite understand what this does to your legs until you’re in the race. By the end of mile one it’s a little more clear. 

You’re immediately sent down a half mile descent followed by a little climb up the other side. It’s the start of the rollercoaster that never gets crazily steep but instead surreptitiously attacks your legs. The temptation to belt out the downs is huge. Fortunately, with the self preservation smarts I picked up in the desert I was able to fight the urge. For the first time since I can remember I was lucky to be running pressure-free. Get round, enjoy the race. These were my only two goals.

What it meant was that I could run well within myself. I quickly settled at a 7 minute-mile pace and even though hundreds of people steamed past me I stuck to my guns. Run smart, stay in control, became my motto. With little idea what toll the 156-mile Marathon des Sables would have taken on my body, it seemed like the only sensible option. 

Surprisingly though as I hit 10km in 43 minutes and then halfway in 1:32 I was feeling great. Running free, heart rate nestling at a comfortable 145 BPM and getting stronger by the mile. At this point I’ll confess I started to get a little over excited. The eternal optimist part of my runner brain started to take over. My sensible thoughts started to shift to what ifs. What if I could negative split this and get a sub-3? I feel good, the legs feel good, I’m running well. 

As the hills kept coming I waited for the moment where my wheels would start to creak but it didn’t come. Even when the rain returned, drenching the course and testing the spirits of even the English, I still felt solid.

Mile fourteen, fifteen and sixteen came and went. I rattled past the Kiss Me college students who line the streets, pleading with runners to stop for a good luck peck on the cheek. All the while I had two words burning into my brain - Heartbreak Hill.

Heartbreak Hell?

A lot’s been said about Heartbreak Hill. I think I knew about this stretch of marathon even before I’d ever set foot on a marathon course. As I closed in on this infamous climb, I couldn’t help thinking that maybe I’d be its next victim. The sub-3 what ifs replaced by the Oh shits. Maybe I’ve gone too fast too soon and the hill that breaks runners is about to teach me a lesson.

What they don’t tell you when they talk about Boston is that right before Heartbreak Hill there’s another hill. It’s not as long but it feels steeper. I was convinced this had to be the dreaded Heartbreak Hill. Having crested what I thought to be Boston’s dream wrecker I flew down the other side. And then I saw the real one. The mere sight of it tightened my left hamstring and turned both my calves into rocks. In fourteen marathons, I’ve never suffered cramp. Not really ever had it threatened, now wasn’t the time to pop that painful cherry.

It’s about at that point that you start to ascend Heartbreak Hill that you being to spot casualties. The first walkers on course come into vision and Boston begins to claim its victims. With the sand mountains of the wester Sahara front of mind, I rocked back the pace and looked for the positives. At least you’re not running on sand, I told myself. Get to the top intact and it’s downhill to the finish. No heroics here. Nothing stupid.

It worked. I got over the top of the final serious climb and although I knew the final six miles were going to be a battle against cramp, the end was in sight. Ahead of me people where being struck down, body popping with what looked like instant rigor mortis, snapping into zombie walks clutching at calves, hamstrings and quads. I’ve never seen so many people shot in the legs by cramp at this point in a marathon. You start to believe that it’s only a matter of time before the bullet with your name on it hits.

As I hit 21 miles I squeezed down another gel and hoped for the best. A glance at the watch told me the sub-3 was gone. A blessed release from that silly bit of pressure I’d put myself under. With fresh carbs coursing through my veins I decided to go back to goal No.1 - enjoy the race. For three miles had fun with crowd. And what a fantastic response. I thought New York support was good but Boston really knows how to support a marathon. I don’t think I’ve had a more uplifting final few miles.

Another glance at the watch showed the 3:05 was gone but I knew that if I could put in one final sensible mile, I’d bag something under 3:10 - another Boston Marathon qualifying time. An unthinkable result just a few hours earlier.  

As I turned onto Boylston Street and the iconic blue and yellow finish line exploded into sight, I could feel my face light up. I’d swapped struggling on sand, and battering along tarmac for walking on air. Marathon No.7 of eight in 20 days turned out to be one to remember.

STL Half Marathon (part 2) - I am now Khloe Kardashian

The guy in red is my brother in-law and that’s his wife wearing orange.  Today he ran his first marathon in 3:17, placing 3rd in his age group and easily qualifying for Boston.  His wife, ran the half (her second one ever) in 1:37 and also placed 3rd in her age group.  She was first in her age group at her first half marathon and also easily Boston qualified at her first marathon a few months ago.

You know what that means?  That means that during this morning’s race I suddenly became the Khloe Kardashian of the family; slower, chubbier and generally not as cute..  I’m now Patrick McEnroe, Eli Manning, Jim Belushi, Billy Baldwin (pick your favorite).  From now on at holiday gatherings distant relatives will charitably ask, “Oh, and do you run marathons too?’” How is it possible that I’ve married into a family of freakishly talented endurance athletes?

My first reaction was to ask them both for a urine screen, but instead I think I’ll try to lose 30-50 lbs and try to catch up.

I know Mike reads my blog, so hopefully he knows I’m kidding (sort of) and am really impressed by their performance today.  Congratulations!