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We’ve invited members of Team Stonyfield to share moments of their personal journeys to the 2014 Boston Marathon. Laurie Kamerer chose to write a letter to herself as a reminder of her biggest marathon goal.
An Open Letter to Myself in the Future
See this picture? The one someone snapped of you stopping in the middle of a marathon to chat with your family and eat a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich? Notice anything remarkable about it? No, you probably wouldn't. Now that you are older and wiser, you set off on every run with joy and gratitude in your heart.
It wasn't always so. For years, you lined up at races with dueling fairies on either shoulder: the joy fairy squared off with the qualify for Boston fairy. The id versus the ego. The id usually held sway for the first 13 miles or so. But as soon as it seemed like that elusive Boston time might be in reach, the ego took over. Egos are like that.
And at last the ego -- in cahoots with a genius pacer -- buoyed you across the finish line with a BQ time. At last you would run in the world's most celebrated marathon! And at last you'd be rid of that pesky qualify for Boston fairy. Or so you thought. You were wrong. That little guy remained firmly planted on his assigned shoulder in subsequent marathons.
Then a couple of months before Boston, you found this picture. It was from a marathon you hadn’t trained for, but when you saw that perfect weather would collide with vibrant fall foliage on race day, you couldn’t resist. You registered at the last minute and lined up at the back of the pack. You weren’t even wearing a watch. When you saw your husband and kids at mile 21, there were hugs and kisses all around. Some sports drink. The sandwich.
After a few minutes of this loitering, your bewildered husband asked, “What are you doing? Quitting the race?”
“No,” you replied. “I'm enjoying the day.”
Afterward, you decided that it had been among the best days of your life. And you promised yourself that April 21, 2014 would be like that. A day to celebrate the strength of the human spirit, the city of Boston, the privilege of running and the joy of seeing your husband at the finish line.
Did you keep that promise?