and I'm the anti-runner.
Boston had a lottery that year that allowed non-qualifiers to run. After making a drunken claim that I would enter the lottery, I decided to followed through on it. My first training run was the Race for the Cure 5K, where I promptly ended my quest by injuring my knee, rendering me unable to run for several months.
I forgot all about the marathon until I received notice that I was selected just a couple of months before the race. I hadn't run since my injury, but decided to run in the marathon anyway. I managed to crank out 10 miles (I was hoping for at least 5). I was in a world of hurt for at least a week afterwards.
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