Marathon Monday

It’s go time.

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From the ice cream in Fanueil Hall, to the penguins that greet you as you step inside the Aquarium.  From Yawkey Way and the legendary Monstah, to the pier where I stood amazed as the Tall Ships sailed into the Harbor.  From the record (yes, RECORD) shops in Cambridge, to the Charles River where I watched my brother’s crew team dump him in when his boat won their race, Boston has always held a special place in this New England girl’s heart.  And it always will.  I know many would argue, but the people of this city have the most amazing and resilient spirit of anyone I have ever known.  As they once again welcome the citizens of the world into their homes, their streets, and their hearts, they once again will show how easy it is to prove how this sport of running brings us all together for a common love.

And for that my dear Boston, we thank you.

BostonStrong Collage

 

Enjoy the ride.

From all of us here at Black Dog Central, we’d like to wish everyone running the Boston Marathon the best of luck!  Is Boston on your wish list of races to run?  What other world majors would you like to try?

As we celebrate one of the world’s greatest races, please remember those can’t run or even walk because of spinal cord injuries.  Let’s help them take their first steps by donating to Team Wonder Mutt as we run the Wings for Life World Run on May 8th!

A Day of Extremes

It was another amazing day…

Meb and Hillary

One class act.

Records were made, others broken, along with what I’m sure were more than a few hearts and dreams.  Once again, the amazing people of the city of Boston opened up their homes and their hearts, and welcomed the world to one of it’s most prestigious races.  And as usual, I laughed and cried my way through the hours of live coverage, all the while thanking the race gods for keeping my phone from ringing so I could watch every moment.  While at work.  Thank god for understanding bosses.

Not my boss.  But she could be.

Not my boss. But she could be.

All of this was somewhat tempered by the phone call that I knew was coming.  You know the one.  “Yes ma’am, have your dupa to the hospital two hours early so you can sit around on it while we waste your time, and eventually get around to knocking you out, slicing you open, waking you up, and kicking you out the door with a set of crutches your insurance probably won’t pay for and a prescription for painkillers that we know you don’t want but we’re going to make you take anyway.”  Yeah, that one.  Cue dramatic music…dunhdunhduuuuunnnnhhhhh!!!  Yup, it’s SURGERY TIME.

Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!!

Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!!

You all know my head is typically one of these to begin with.

Welcome to my brain.

Welcome to my brain.

Knowing the time has finally come to hopefully get one of my knees fixed has the brain in all-out F5 tornadic activity.  I SO need this surgery to work if I’m going to keep distance running.  Especially since I’ll need to have it done on both of these friggin’ kneecaps.  The one thing that’s got me all freaked out?

Awake Movie

All right, this wasn’t exactly the movie I saw umpteen years ago about people going under the knife and the anesthesia not working, but you get where I’m going here, right?  Let’s just say I don’t have a great relationship with anesthesia.  (Just ask the hubs about that unfortunate wisdom teeth incident.  It wasn’t pretty.)

All that aside though, I’m looking forward to what will hopefully be a new, long, and happy relationship with my lower body joints.  I have absolutely no idea what comes next as far therapy goes, but I’m feverishly holding on to the hope that 4-6 weeks from now, this Black Dog will be adding more miles onto her pretty pink Brooks.  (And subtracting some of the inches on the aforementioned dupa.)

So as you head out the door to your day tomorrow, just take a second and send some pixie dust my way.  And hope that it makes the anesthesia work just a little.bit.better.

Yeah, that should do it.

Yup, that should do it.

Enjoy the ride.

Ever been nervous about having surgery?  Everything turn out all right?  Am I being a total nutball about this?  Perhaps watching that movie “Coma” might not be such a good idea tonight?

We Are All…..Boston Strong

I thought it only fitting that I re-post this from a year ago.  Best of luck to EVERYONE in Boston today.  The world is cheering you on!!

Running is what brings us together.

Running is what give us hope and joy.

Running is what makes us strong.

So come along with me on a journey through heartache, grief, survival, and triumph.

We are all strong.

Boston Strong.

Click on the link:  DEAR WORLD: BOSTON MARATHON

BostonStrong Collage

 

Enjoy the ride. 

Now more than ever.

Good luck Pam, Tina, Linzi, Dani, Team #runDisney and everyone else on this amazing day!  Rock this town!!!

Random Thoughts Post Boston

Remember when I warned all of you about the dollar machine brain I have?  Well, it hit F-5 tornado status today.  So please bear with me while I try to grab onto some of those dollars and make sense out of it for you.

Before I go off on my rant, I just want to send out HUGE congrats to Linzie and Dani for making the Marathon their own.  Like I’ve been telling you for weeks, you guys are WICKED AWESOME!!

I haven’t yet had the chance to actually watch the Marathon as I was at work.  I obsessively taped anything and everything I could find that had anything at all to do with the race since last weekend.  Every bit of info today was scooped from Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and I Heart Radio.  I’m waiting until I’m alone to watch the broadcast for fear of being laughed at for crying over it.  Then again, who cares.  I’m an obsessive runner.  Deal with it.  And the unpredictable emotional outbursts.  Just give me some Moose Tracks and I won’t feel the need to throw my running shoes at your head for making fun of me.

First, I couldn’t have been more proud of everyone who toed the start line in Hopkinton today.  Whether or not you made it to Boylston Street doesn’t really matter.  You had the courage to start.  And that’s more than enough for me.

courage

Second – and I know I wasn’t the only one – I almost cried like a baby when I heard Rita Jeptoo set a new women’s record.  And again when Meb the Man held off Wilson Chebet of Kenya in the last 1,000 meters.  Almost, because I was at work.  And the big boss was around.  He’s not too understanding of random emotional outbursts.

The Man

The Man

Runner or not, I think almost everyone can understand what today meant.  I mean REALLY meant.  Boston took back what it lost, even if it was only lost for a short time.  The running community showed the world what it means to fight back and once again triumph.  And one short, slow, slightly dumpy runner from south Florida went through the day with a lump in her throat, tears brimming in her eyes, and a heart swelled with pride at what this crazy sport has done for both this country and for athletes around the world.  We stand together no matter how far apart we are, no matter what different races we run, and no matter how far apart our times may be.  When we need to come together, we do.  That’s just who, and what, we are.  And I thank the running gods for that every day.

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We got you. #WeRunTogether

 

Enjoy the ride.

What was your favorite moment from the Boston Marathon?