Agh. So this happened today:
I had been hoping that registration would reopen on Monday for all qualifiers, which would mean everyone applying this week (including many, many squeakers like me) would get in. Alas, the Boston Athletic Association’s announcement at the end of this round of registration dashed that hope.
There aren’t enough spots in the 2015 Boston Marathon to allow every applying qualifier to register. And my 27-second cushion is looking awfully minuscule right now. And I have to wait until next Wednesday to find out whether or not I’m in.
I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the probability that I won’t have a space at the Boston Marathon in 2015. My qualifying time simply wasn’t fast enough. Part of me wants to beat myself up for not pushing myself harder those last few miles at my qualifying race, the Newport Marathon. Would that have made the difference?
But then another part of me recognizes that if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. I can always try to qualify next year. I can actually do all the speed workouts my coach schedules for me instead of wussing out on some of them. I can find a fast course to run next spring for another BQ attempt. And I can snag a guaranteed spot at the 2016 Chicago Marathon with my time at Newport.
I have options if I’m not able to register for the 2015 Boston Marathon, and those options are good ones. So I wait, but with significantly less anxiety. I think I’ve reached the fifth stage of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross’s five stages of grief, and I haven’t even yet received the official bad news.
2015 will be a fantastic racing year regardless of whether or not I toe the line in Hopkinton. Que será, será, y’all.