From Teddy Roosevelt, via Big D:
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Words cannot express how emotional it was yesterday, tracking Eric through over 80% of a flawless marathon, to panicking as the last 20% appeared to indicate some tragic situation. "Refreshing" my screen obsessively while G-chating with Schlotty and Aunt T was enough to sideline me from eating, drinking, and keep me in my pajamas until 1pm.
I am so proud of Eric and his run. Maintaining a 6 minute mile pace for over 20 miles of a marathon is remarkable. Even more, realizing at that 20 miles that your hiccup in fluid and carb intake around mile 12 (his gel didn't agree with his tummy) would eventually bring you to your knees, and then deciding to truly be a hero and avoid long term injury and suffering by slowing down is even more remarkable in my opinion. Anyone who runs marathons knows that imperfect fluid/food intake during a race can land you in a situation where your muscles seize up, sidelining you for a painful death march. Was it awful? Of course. Was he in shape to run a sub 2:40? You better believe it. That's the marathon. One bump in the road early on can grow exponentially into a tragedy later on. (Anyone recall Uta at Boston with the terrible intestinal trouble? Poor woman was TAPED the entire time as she tried to run through the pain and embarassement of having her entire shorts and legs stained.)
Perhaps Eric's marathon shoes need some airing out for a few months, but I know he'll be back on the Boston course in the future...perhaps with his son by his side (or his wife!). Until then, I know he'll be satisfied working on shaving time off of his 5k, 10k and half marathon times.
Thanks to all who supported him in thoughts, prayers and internet tracking. :)
-I am thankful that my husband comes home late tonight! I wasn't there at mile 25 to give him a hug like his huge fan base, so we (Linus and mom) owe him a big one!
Nixed Names: Speaking of hiccups, there was a little hiccup yesterday in our naming progress due to an unforeseen, albeit blessed development in the world. We may have to reevaluate one of the top choices (my #1!), but I am thinking it is still in the running (no pun intended). And no, the name is not "boston" or "marathon." But you wouldn't be far off in terms of topic. Cryptic, eh???