Joshua Grzegorzewski: the RunningBull Blog : Tags : olympics

Okay, so maybe the motivation and inspiration provided were not to sit behind my computer cropping and resizing digital photos before trying to milk my thoughts into a logical progression so that I can share how the events of last Sunday morning helped me push through to a new PR at last Monday's Boston Marathon.

But I expect that you probably respect me more for getting back out there and running Wednesday night, conducting 5 project inspections Thursday and Friday (including two night time Interstate resurfacing inspections in the wee hours of Friday morning), and putting in a decent 18 on Saturday; pausing for 15 minutes to cheer for the participants of a 5k that overlapped my route than for writing this earlier. And if I am wrong...so be it.

Sunday, April 20, 2008 saw 146 of the best female distance runners in the USA absolutely conquer the 4 loop marathon course through Boston's Back Bay and the East Cambridge waterfront during the 2008 Olympic Team Trials. Though only the top three finishers will be travelling to Beijing in August to represent their country in the marathon competition, 47 of those women qualified for the next Olympic trials with their performances. 41 women ran new personal best marathon times, including 13 or the top 15 finishers.

From the very beginning Magdalena Lewy Boulet, 5th place finisher in the 2004 Olympic Team Trials, took ownership of her own destiny by opening a commanding lead of nearly 2 minutes from the rest of the pack. Her determination to run the race her way on her terms had most of the spectators around me wondering (1) who was this woman, (2) could she hold on at this pace until the end, and (3) what will the other competitors do in response?

Magdalena Lewy Boulet showed no fear of failure, no chance for regret. She went out there and sent a message to the world that the USA Women's Team was not going to be "Dena +2". I can honestly state that I was so impressed and astonished by how easy she made this look that it took a few hours for the magnitude of her accomplishment to sink in.

And some of that was due to the performance of the pre-race favorite 2004 Olympic Marathon Bronze medalist Dena Kastor, shown here making her move to separate from eventual third place finisher Blake Russell (far right). During the final 6 miles of this race Dena overcame a 1:17 deficit to overtake the leader at Mile 23.5, a feat I missed while fighting my way through the crowd 10 people deep lining the course so that I could watch the final 100 meter stretch leading up to and across the very same finish line that I would be chasing after less than 24 hours later.

But I was there to see Dena Kastor brandishing an American flag picked up along the course as she sprinted through the finish to win with a 44 second margin over Magdalena Lewy Boulet.

The crowd exploded in celebration as Massachusetts born Kastor merrily pranced back down Boylston Street to the Lord & Taylor before stopping to accept some congratulatory handshakes, pose for some photos, and even sign a few autographs while the remaining women streamed in to the finish behind her, including 1984 Olympic Marathon Gold medalist Joan Benoit Samuelson as she broke the US 50+ record with her time of 2:49:08 in her final competitive marathon. Joanie, as she is known far and wide in this part of the world, has never finished a marathon slower than 3:00. Which in an amazing coincidence, I have never finished a marathon faster than 3:00.

Perhaps I should shoot for never finishing slower than 4:00, which is a positive statistic that I currently hold and can feasibly maintain.

I was incredibly inspired by all of these amazing performances, by the sheer emotion rolling off of the crowd, and the determination pouring out of these fabulous athletes racing for pride. As much as I should have been off my feet and resting in advance of my impending marathon, I didn't care. If anything, I am writing it off along with the 16 hours spent on my feet working at the Expo the previous two days as conditioning for next month's Western States Endurance Run Training Camp - my first ultra running experience.

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Family, friends, and co-workers seem to be almost constantly asking me some variation of this question and the truth of the matter is that there are literally countless numbers of reasons to either do or not do anything. So why should running be any different?

As I previously mentioned, running long distances had absolutely zero appeal to me for the first 28 years of my life. As an example, I remember my sophmore year in college chatting with a rather attractive young lady who mentioned that she and I shared many of the same classes, had similiar interests, and that she was also a runner in high school. Now remember, I attended Georgia Tech, an engineering school with a rather dismal ratio of men to women so pretty much any opportunity to spend non-class time with a member of the opposite sex was relished. However, when she started talking about joining in on her afternoon 5 mile runs or her weekend long runs...excuses to be elsewhere couldn't come too fast and that was pretty much that.

So what happened to change my perspective? In 2003 I moved from Atlanta to Boston. In Atlanta, outdoor running was not even an option during most of the year given the heat, the humidity, and the horrible air quality - at least not for a beginning runner. But in Boston, we actually get noticable seasonal variations in the weather that allowed me to get outside more during the day. Plus the area is just so much more pedestrian friendly with a true urban core and a functional transit system that it encourages one to do chose not to drive from home to work to shopping mall to big box retailer to...you get the point. So when I saw the advertisement for a night time Halloween costumed 5k fun run through the Boston Common and the streets of downtown I wasn't quite as apprehensive as I would have been in Atlanta. Sure, I had only run that distance that one time before, but that was in the heat of early summer as opposed to the chill of late October. And we were all a bunch of adults running around in costumes (I was a pirate with an eye patch and a cutlass) through the streets of a city. I finished without having to stop or walk, granted I have some serious doubts about the accuracy of the course length, and the post race party was a blast. So I learned that running a couple of miles wasn't necessarily hard and could actually be a lot of fun.

Fast forward 5 months to April, 2004 and the days leading up to the 108th Boston Marathon. The City and the whole region were all abuzz with talk of the Marathon. Stories about the Marathon were everywhere; in the paper, on television, around the office, and on the train. I learned that it is the oldest annual marathon event in the world. I learned that it is the only such event, besides the Olympics and World Championships that requires the participants to qualify for acceptance. I learned that since it is held on a state holiday (Patriots Day) most businesses are closed and hundreds of thousands of people line the 26.2 mile length from Hopkinton, MA to the finish line in front of the Boston Public Library. I learned that the Red Sox arange their schedule so that they always have a home game that day timed to let out as the racers come by, adding thousands of additional cheering spectators to the streets. But until the day of the race I didn't know what any of this really meant.

Watching 3 time Olympian, 2 time Boston Champion, and 61 time participant John A. Kelley sing "Young at Heart" before the start of the race, watching Rick and Dick Hoyt battle the hills of Newton, and watching the crowd shots along the course on TV was enough to get me off the couch and on the train to experience this in person near the final mile at Kenmore Station. It was only here, in the heart of the crowd nearly 25 miles from the start that I could witness the dedication, the determination, the agony, and the ecstasy of the runners, where I could literaly feel the energy coming from the crowd to support runners over an hour behind the winner. I had never experienced any truer expression of love of sport in my entire life and I had attended college bowl games, experienced the NCAA Final Four, attended a World Cup soccer match, and even Michael Johnson's world record gold medal runs at the 1996 Olympics.

I wanted to be a part of this. I wanted _this _experience for myself. Right then and there I vowed to qualify for and compete in the 111th Boston Marathon, to be held in 2007. It was time to start training because my qualifying time as a male under 35 years of age is 3 hours and 10 minutes. This equates to a 7:15/ mile pace over 26.2 miles.

Next time: 0 to 26.2 in less than 3 years, not too difficult. Covering 26.2 miles in less than 3:10, now that's a bit harder.