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In sports, 3 minutes can make or break the game.\u00a0 3 minutes can be the difference of winning a championship or losing one.\u00a0 No matter how hard you work for that win, the decisions made in those mere minutes or even seconds left are what will decide if that moment you worked so hard for… will finally be in your hands… or just at your fingertips slipping away.<\/p>\n

I had envisioned writing to you today from on top the world, as an official Boston qualifier.\u00a0 But instead, I am writing to you a little heartbroken.\u00a0 I missed the qualifying time yesterday by 3 minutes.\u00a0 My official time was 3:38.\u00a0 All day yesterday, I was fine.\u00a0 I didn’t shed a tear, I didn’t beat myself up.\u00a0 I kept face.\u00a0 But unfortunately, that did not continue into the restless night of sleep I had last night.\u00a0 So many things went through my head, so many things sacrificed.\u00a0\u00a0 All these people rooting for me that I let down, months and months of track workouts I hated, early morning runs, missing out on social events, not doing the races I love all because I had to focus on my one goal.\u00a0 The goal I did not attain.<\/p>\n

\"2013<\/a><\/p>\n

There were a number of factors that went into yesterday.\u00a0 The first and most important confession I have to make to you is:\u00a0 I did not believe I could do this<\/strong>.\u00a0 I put on a face like I thought I could, but I had so many doubts in myself you have no idea.\u00a0 Even though all my races, track workouts etc were all RIGHT ON PACE, I kept thinking it had to be a fluke.\u00a0 Here is the funny thing about manifesting your dreams and goals, you can manifest all you want but if you do not believe it in your heart of hearts… you will fall short.\u00a0 You have to trust the process and trust the powers above you, and I didn’t.\u00a0 So when things did not go as planned on race day, my weak mind immediately started feeling defeat.<\/p>\n

\"2013<\/a><\/p>\n

I did the number one thing you should NEVER do in a marathon. I went against my race plan and went out too fast. When I showed up to my corral, I immediately started looking for the 3:35 pace group- they were going to be my safe haven.\u00a0 The fastest pace group that was in my corral (Corral D) was 3:50 and the 3:35 was all the way up at Corral B.\u00a0 In past years, you could move up Corrals no problem but this year with all the heightened security, you were not allowed to.\u00a0 That was my first panic moment.\u00a0\u00a0 So instead of just taking it easy the first ten miles and not worrying about the pace group,\u00a0 I ran way too fast to try and catch up to them, stupid. \u00a0 In the Chicago marathon there are hundreds if not thousands of people in each corral- so the fact that I thought I could get them in the first few miles was ridiculous.\u00a0 I stopped trying to catch up to them at mile 8 and ran paranoid for the remainder of the race.<\/p>\n

Even though I was on pace well over the halfway point- I started worrying how those first few fast miles would affect me later on as my legs were not feeling great at this point already.\u00a0 I kept saying to myself – “Okay, Jill-mile 20 the work begins- just coast to mile 20”.\u00a0 Got to mile 20 and felt okay, not great.\u00a0 Mile 21- I hit the hardest Wall I have ever hit in a race ever.\u00a0 Worse than my first marathon.\u00a0 My legs both felt like one solid cramp and heavy as concrete.\u00a0 Things went through my head like:\u00a0 “No, no, no I am so close this can’t be happening.”\u00a0 “Maybe if I just coast a little bit longer I can kick it into gear the last 2 miles.”\u00a0 then came the other thoughts “I can’t believe you thought you could do this, who are you kidding?” “Of course you are going to miss it, you are not a fast runner.”<\/p>\n

\"2013<\/a><\/p>\n

Once I got to mile 24- I would have had to run 7 minute miles and I still I might have missed the cutoff by seconds.\u00a0 So at mile 24, I knew I wasn’t going to make it.\u00a0 I knew I had friends and family in the next miles and I was ashamed to see them.\u00a0 I was so disappointed in myself that I ruined my shot.\u00a0 I could not even make it through the last 200 without walking my legs were in so much pain.<\/p>\n

Part of me is embarrassed that I made this goal so public and then fell short.\u00a0 But the other part of me is glad I did.\u00a0 I knew that if I told everybody this is what I was trying to do- I wouldn’t miss my track workouts, I would work harder and I would focus- because who wants to fail in front of everybody?\u00a0 I sure didn’t.\u00a0 But I did and that’s okay.\u00a0 Sometimes you have to fall flat on your face when reaching for your dreams, that’s what makes them worth it.\u00a0 If it was easy to chase,\u00a0 it wouldn’t be a dream right?<\/p>\n

\"failure\"<\/a><\/p>\n

When I say qualifying for Boston has been a dream of mine, I really mean a dream.\u00a0 The kind of dream a little kid has but doesn’t actually ever think it would come true.\u00a0 Here I thought this goal was so incredibly unattainable- yet I came within 3 minutes of it<\/strong>.\u00a0 It is possible.\u00a0 I think I needed this race to slap me in the face and make me realize that if I ever want to accomplish something- I need to better manage the battlefield of my mind.\u00a0 I need to tell my doubts to sit down and shut up.\u00a0 I am worthy.<\/p>\n

I can’t tell you how blown away I was by all your messages, texts, facebook posts.\u00a0 I didn’t even know so many people were following me through this and it means the world that you believed in me.\u00a0 I may have let you down yesterday but I promise that this battle is not over yet.\u00a0 I will get there.<\/p>\n

Whatever it is you are trying to go after, don’t be afraid of failure. You might fall and fall hard.\u00a0 People might be disappointed in you.\u00a0 But all of those trials are going to make that victory so much sweeter when you get there.\u00a0 The only thing worse than failure, is never trying.<\/p>\n

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In sports, 3 minutes can make or break the game.\u00a0 3 minutes can be the difference of winning a championship or losing one.\u00a0 No matter how hard you work for that win, the decisions made in those mere minutes or even seconds left are what will decide if that moment you worked so hard for… will finally be in your hands… or just at your fingertips slipping away. I had envisioned writing to you today from on top the world, as an official Boston qualifier.\u00a0 But instead, I am writing to you a little heartbroken.\u00a0 I missed the qualifying time yesterday by 3 minutes.\u00a0 My official time was 3:38.\u00a0 All day yesterday, I was fine.\u00a0 I didn’t shed a tear, I didn’t beat myself up.\u00a0 I kept face.\u00a0 But unfortunately, that did not continue into the restless night of sleep I had last night.\u00a0 So many things went through my head, so many things sacrificed.\u00a0\u00a0 All these people rooting for me that I let down, months and months of track workouts I hated, early morning runs, missing out on social events, not doing the races I love all because I had to focus on my one goal.\u00a0 The goal I did not attain. There were a number of factors that went into yesterday.\u00a0 The first and most important confession I have to make to you is:\u00a0 I did not believe I could do this.\u00a0 I put on a face like I thought I could, but I had so many doubts in myself you have no idea.\u00a0 Even though all my races, track workouts etc were all RIGHT ON PACE, I kept thinking it had to be a fluke.\u00a0 Here is the funny thing about manifesting your dreams and goals, you can manifest all you want but if you do not believe it in your heart of hearts… you will fall short.\u00a0 You have to trust the process and trust the powers above you, and I didn’t.\u00a0 So when things did not go as planned on race day, my weak mind immediately started feeling defeat. I did the number one thing you should NEVER do in a marathon. I went against my race plan and went out too fast. When I showed up to my corral, I immediately started looking for the 3:35 pace group- they were going to be my safe haven.\u00a0 The fastest pace group that was in my corral (Corral D) was 3:50 and the 3:35 was all the way up at Corral B.\u00a0 In past years, you could move up Corrals no problem but this year with all the heightened security, you were not allowed to.\u00a0 That was my first panic moment.\u00a0\u00a0 So instead of just taking it easy the first ten miles and not worrying about the pace group,\u00a0 I ran way too fast to try and catch up to them, stupid. \u00a0 In the Chicago marathon there are hundreds if not thousands of people in each corral- so the fact that I thought I could get them in the first few miles was ridiculous.\u00a0 I stopped trying to catch up to them at mile 8 and ran paranoid for the remainder of the race. Even though I was on pace well over the halfway point- I started worrying how those first few fast miles would affect me later on as my legs were not feeling great at this point already.\u00a0 I kept saying to myself – “Okay, Jill-mile 20 the work begins- just coast to mile 20”.\u00a0 Got to mile 20 and felt okay, not great.\u00a0 Mile 21- I hit the hardest Wall I have ever hit in a race ever.\u00a0 Worse than my first marathon.\u00a0 My legs both felt like one solid cramp and heavy as concrete.\u00a0 Things went through my head like:\u00a0 “No, no, no I am so close this can’t be happening.”\u00a0 “Maybe if I just coast a little bit longer I can kick it into gear the last 2 miles.”\u00a0 then came the other thoughts “I can’t believe you thought you could do this, who are you kidding?” “Of course you are going to miss it, you are not a fast runner.” Once I got to mile 24- I would have had to run 7 minute miles and I still I might have missed the cutoff by seconds.\u00a0 So at mile 24, I knew I wasn’t going to make it.\u00a0 I knew I had friends and family in the next miles and I was ashamed to see them.\u00a0 I was so disappointed in myself that I ruined my shot.\u00a0 I could not even make it through the last 200 without walking my legs were in so much pain. Part of me is embarrassed that I made this goal so public and then fell short.\u00a0 But the other part of me is glad I did.\u00a0 I knew that if I told everybody this is what I was trying to do- I wouldn’t miss my track workouts, I would work harder and I would focus- because who wants to fail in front of everybody?\u00a0 I sure didn’t.\u00a0 But I did and that’s okay.\u00a0 Sometimes you have to fall flat on your face when reaching for your dreams, that’s what makes them worth it.\u00a0 If it was easy to chase,\u00a0 it wouldn’t be a dream right? When I say qualifying for Boston has been a dream of mine, I really mean a dream.\u00a0 The kind of dream a little kid has but doesn’t actually ever think it would come true.\u00a0 Here I thought this goal was so incredibly unattainable- yet I came within 3 minutes of it.\u00a0 It is possible.\u00a0 I think I needed this race to slap me in the face and make me realize that if I ever want to accomplish something- I need to better manage the battlefield of my mind.\u00a0 I need to tell my doubts to sit down and shut up.\u00a0 I am worthy. I can’t tell you how blown away I was by all your messages, texts, facebook posts.\u00a0 I didn’t even know so many people were following me through this and it means the world that you believed in me.\u00a0 I may have let you down yesterday but I promise that this battle is not over yet.\u00a0 I will get there. Whatever it is you are trying to go after, don’t be afraid of failure. You might fall and fall hard.\u00a0 People might be disappointed in you.\u00a0 But all of those trials are going to make that victory so much sweeter when you get there.\u00a0 The only thing worse than failure, is never trying.      <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-965","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/965","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=965"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/965\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":974,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/965\/revisions\/974"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=965"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=965"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.blessedinthemess.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=965"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}