So...I'm not running Boston

Okay, let's be honest.  It probably wouldn't have been the smartest thing to do anyway. 

About two weeks ago, my Facebook feed was swamped with people sharing the news that Boston University was giving 5 spots to this year's Boston Marathon to those somehow linked to BU.  Yes, I jumped at the chance.  Looking back, probably a little too soon to be honest.  I quickly wrote up how this opportunity would be amazing and an honor and blah, blah, blah.  I didn't use my usual conservative approach; I had no one read it; I didn't even really proofread the passage.  I just hit send less than an hour later, and honestly, I didn't even save the essay. 

I had been hopeful, but didn't think for a second that I'd be chosen.  Then the deadline passed, I assumed I was not chosen, but still held onto that little glimmer of hope.  Okay, okay, I really wanted it.  I'll never be fast enough to qualify for Boston.  Never.  Like, never, ever, ever in a million and two years.  I had never even considered running Boston until this year. 

Yesterday I received a heartfelt message from the Dean of Students, stating that I was not chosen.  There were 211 applicants and they expanded the field to 7.  Thinking back, I second guessed my application, but then decided that this just isn't my year. 

Maybe I wasn't chosen because this is my time to focus on family, to vacation to Hawaii just to go on vacation, to go to Colorado on a girls trip without running, to continue to bask in the glow of the Dopey Challenge.  I have been so hyper-focused on running the past year, and I think I need a break--okay, maybe not a full-on break from running, but a break from training for an event. 

So there you have it!  I'm not running Boston, and that's okay! (and yes, I'll still be glued to my computer watching it at an obscenely early hour here on the west coast!)