Boston Ban

I understand that not everything can be black and white.  And often, I’m guided by my gut.  Some things feel really really right.  And some things just feel really wrong.

One of the things I’ve never really been into has been race banditing, or running races that you haven’t paid for.  And another is in a race where transfers or deferments aren’t allowed, I’ve always had this gut feeling that even if I didn’t like the rules, that rules were rules, and if I didn’t follow them, I would pay the consequences, whatever the association thought that they should be.

The Boston Marathon is one of those races.  It’s super cool.  Super sacred.  I knew nothing of the race until a few years ago (2010ish), when a friend at camp who was into running was sporting a jacket from the race.  To be 100% honest, I just liked the jacket, and when I asked about it, she told me about the race.  So for a long time, I thought about that race only in terms of getting that jacket.  And not for fashions’ sake, but for the sake of actually doing something that could “win” you that jacket.

Years later, 2 to be exact, I ran my first half.

A few months later, I ran my first full.

Etc, etc and so forth. [10 points to whomever it is that gets that King & I reference.]

Now that I am pregnant, and was never a super fast runner to begin with, I’m not sure if I will ever qualify, but if I do, I know it will be such a special experience.  Which is why I was kind of scratching my head at the predicament that Gia Alvarez found herself in.

Gia Alvarez is a pretty popular running blogger.  She’s accomplished a lot.  Long story short, Gia qualified for Boston, and by the time the race rolled around, she was pregnant and unable to run the marathon.  Boston is a non-transferrable race – not only is it one of the US’ holy grails of marathons, but the tragedies in 2013 make it highly improbable that you’re going to pull any funny business with the B.A.A.  Nevertheless, Gia made the decision to allow a friend to run with her bib.  The B.A.A. was tipped off (they have cameras at these biggies), noted it wasn’t her in the photograph, and she was banned for life from the event.  (Another really, really big mistake she made was registering again with her FRIEND’S qualifying time, and not her own, after her friend re-qualified her at the race.  Not good.  I’m not sure if she noted this at all in her post.  But that really might be the worst of what she did, if she didn’t re-qualify on her own.)

Interestingly enough, fresh off the news that she’d been banned, instead of taking full responsibility for her actions, she seemed to nearly (not quite fully) deflect – even going so far as to alternately title the post “it could happen to you.” 2016-04-04 13-55-25.png

My thoughts?

She broke the rules.  Whether they’re dumb or not.  (And I don’t think they’re dumb).  And she was dealt consequences.  Which were very clearly outlined from the beginning.  Like – this wasn’t really a surprise.  Sucks, but it’s not a surprise.

Gia, I think upon receiving some flak, wrote another post, an apology a few days later.  I’m not here to drag her or come for her edges.  The internet certainly had done its fair share of that.  However, I wish, upon getting her disappointing news, that she had owned the mistake a little more – not come back to it when the internet pointed out what a crappy decision she’d made.

All that said, I really hope that if she really, really would like to run it again, that maybe she can appeal and demonstrate to the B.A.A. that she learned from her mistake (and doesn’t feel the need to point out that “I did what so many of us do.”

In the words of our mothers/aunties/parents nosy friends, “if everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you jump too?”

What do you think of the situation?  

What do you think of the consequences?


Rude Cows


I don’t know where to begin with this.

photo via FitPerez

So, the Boston Marathon was this past Monday, a week ago today.

And it’s a BFD to run it.

Figure out what BFD means, by the way, because I don’t want to swear all over my blog. I mean I do, but my mom reads this and always sends me really rude texts when I say shit and stuff, so figure it out. It stands for big-hmmhmm-deal.

So, it’s a BFD to run Boston. You have to train really hard for a marathon. You have to run a marathon in a qualifying time. Like a marathon isn’t hard enough, right? You have to run it fast, and then qualify. Then you like, qualify, and you qualify, and then you have to apply. Then after you apply, and you’re in, you have to go buy your ticket for your flight, get an expensive hotel, and even the most frugal of people is gonna blow a nice little chunk on their visit.

What I’m trying to say ^^ is that it’s not an easy feat to pull off to get there.  In fact, it’s difficult, and it’s a really really huge accomplishment.

So why in God’s name is a North Carolina reporting that after she posted a photo of her bib to Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, that some schmucks stole the bib by photocopying it, pinned it on like they were real runners, and ran the race?  I’m completely lost.

Long story short.

Do what you want.  But events like Boston are not the ones you need to be fooling with.  For starters, it’s a huge security risk for a bunch of strange idiots to be running the races.  Secondly, it’s a safety issue.  If one of the bandits, God forbid, gets hurt or even worse, how is anyone to know who they are when they have fake bibs connected to the original North Carolina woman?  And third?  YOU DON’T BELONG THERE.  It’s not your race to be running around in.

I’m done.  That was so rude.

What do you think?

Runners for Boston

Runners for Boston

So runners are an amazing breed. Most of us, anyways. We love to eat. We love dogs. We look good in a bikini. Even the boys. And we don’t tolerate being threatened especially well. Check out this sweet top we printed to benefit the victims of the bombing! I was so proud to wear it and more than happy to answer any questions folks had about it. Love it?

This entire week has been a hot mess.

A hot mess.  The universe is off-kilter.  Between Monday’s horrific tragedy in Boston, and continued weird events throughout the week, I am 100% confident in saying, that we all could use a vacation.  And a hug.  And a smile.

And knowing that the universe was acting strangely, I forced myself to run yesterday.  And usually when I do this, it  ends well.

My first mistake?  It was over 80 degrees, kinda humid, and I was wearing Nike Dri-Fit Capris.  “Oh, it’ll be fine, these hot capris will keep your chub from rubbing!”  False.

Then, I drank enough liquid to solve the clean water crisis in Africa.  I was thirsty!

Third?  I really didn’t feel like running.  Not I was just being lazy.  I really wasn’t feeling it!  But sometimes, it’s hard to tell the difference between laziness, and your body telling you to chill.  Learn to tell that difference.  So you won’t be a mess like me.

I set out on a short run before I had to teach a class yesterday.  And I began my gallop down the sidewalk with the grace of a Holstein Cow.  Took a few more steps.  And the liquid began to slosh around in my belly.  My pace fluctuated as wildly as my breathing did.  Sweat began to drip into my eyes.  And all I could think was.  “Shucks.  This is a bad run.”

It was a bad run.  Really bad.  I haven’t felt so defeated since I began to run.  And you know what you do when you have a bad run?  Drop it low, do a dance, be grateful you’re not injured, take a day off, and revisit running when you feel up to it.

Bad runs happen.  You’re emotionally drained.  You’re physically exhausted.  Your girlfriend just dumped you.  You lost your house.  You’re going through a divorce.  And your body is like. “Nope.  I need to expend energy grieving and repairing myself, not messing around here in this hot weather, inappropriately dressed.”  At that point, it’s tempting to push yourself harder, and try and redeem yourself, prove to yourself you can run.  You can.  You know it.  You’ve run 5ks, 10ks, half-marathons, marathons.  You need a break.  So when a bad run happens to you, (and it will, because you’re a human being), take it in stride.  Take a day off.  Come back when you feel ready to come back.  Dress a little more appropriately.  And do your thing a little better and smarter next time.