Our super runner Claire is competing in her 12th marathon on Sunday! Please join me in wishing her luck and a lot of beer at the finish line. Good luck Claire!
I responded in kind:
The only reason I keep running them is because they don’t put the beer at the starting line.
Flippant? Yes. True? Possibly.
In any case, my short shorts are packed. My Garmin is charged. My homepage is set to Weather.com’s Hampton, NH weekend forecast. My carb reserves are topped off (that actually has less to do with the race than the fact that I love breadthings). By all indications, I’m ready for the Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon. So without further ado, the goals:
A+ Goal: 3:29:59. Sub 3:30 eluded me in Boston (to be precise, it got away from me as I passed through Newton) and now it's The One That Got Away. 3:30 is the pace bracelet I'll be wearing on Sunday, and if I come in even one second under 3:30, I would be very, very happy.
A Goal: 3:30:XX. There's not a whole lot of difference between my A and my A+ goals, eh? That's a little nerve-wracking...
B Goal: Sub 3:33:40. I picked this race because it's reputed to be a fast course (and, duh, because of the beer). I feel a little greedy looking for another marathon PR this year, but... I'm looking for another marathon PR this year.
C Goal: Sub 3:48. I ran a 3:48 on a hilly San Francisco course in July, stopping to take photos, drink a beer, fall down, and bleed on things. Not in that order. Barring crippling injury (and we can't rule out the possibility of another mid-marathon dive...), there's no reason I shouldn't be able to run as fast (using "fast" in the relative, not absolute, sense here) on Sunday.
D Goal: Don't shit self. I'm on an 11-marathon self-defecation-free streak. I'm hoping not to break it.
Coach Taylor, bring us home:
See you in the beer tent.