Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo! My tale is one of woe. Fifteen months of running/training/trying to qualify, four marathons, one very near miss (minute thirty), lots of pairs of shoes, power gels, powerbars, clothes, time, and finally in the fourth marathon, I break through and get that Boston qualifier. Between Fall '99 and April '00, I was injured three times, including once just 10 days before Boston. Couldn't run it. I had paid my $75. I had plane tickets for the whole family. Had Dad, brother, sister, nephews, cousins, all coming to Boston to watch me run. I went anyway, hoping I could run. I couldn't, and spectating was painful, but I was bound and determined to pick up THE MOST EXPENSIVE T-SHIRT KNOWN TO MANKIND. The only greater injustice for this sad story of mine would have been a requirement that I had to run the race to get the t-shirt.
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