I felt the need to write. I can’t lace up and run in honor of those affected and that is the only thing that seems right. I wish I could be at my local running store tomorrow morning but I can’t. Instead, I put out my thoughts in words and pray. If you don’t pray, lift up your thoughts.
I’ve sat in bed the past week feeling somewhat sorry for myself and recovering from surgery (update soon). I was able to watch the Boston Marathon today on my computer and loved cheering on all of my friends from afar. I loved seeing friends BQ again, set PRs, and watch Kara and Shalane make us proud. I had hoped to qualify for Boston this year. I still hope to qualify for Boston next year. It’s that BIG GOAL race for so many runners. I can only imagine what it feels like to qualify, much less actually run on Marathon Monday. I could feel the excitement for my friends all over social media this morning and I loved every minute of it.
To see what happened with the bombing was absolutely devastating. I will never understand why people do things like this, but thinking about the finish line of a marathon is even more saddening to me. I have spent the last few months in that area at races. To see the look of determination, glory, fight, excitement and all that hard work and effort rolled into the final few seconds of a very long training journey is inspiring. I actually teared up at the RNRNOLA and the Publix finish. I absolutely love running, spectating, and especially the finish line.
Knowing that the many that were hurt were spectators is so terrible. You know that they were there to cheer on that loved one that was going to be crossing the famous Boston finish line soon. As runners, we know how important that support group is-they put up with our early training runs, obsessive training plans, and lots and lots of racing. I can’t imagine what those families are going through right now.
My heart goes out to everyone there, because no matter what, you were affected. If you finished, your race will still be tarnished with this memory. If you were still out on the course, you couldn’t finish. Whoever did this is so hateful. Races are a place for goals, dreams, and accomplishment. They are usually a happy day.
I will admit, I have had a fear that something like this would happen for a long time. There are a lot of big races out there, Boston and NYC being the two that always came to mind. But these assholes will not take away our joy. They will not take away our love for running. They will not take away our love for the sport. They cannot destroy the running community.
I was so proud to see the support all over social media, proud to see the reports of runners going to donate blood, and proud of those than ran to help instead of running away. I am incredibly honored and proud to be part of such an amazing group of people. Thank you for being you. Even in tragedy (and injury), I’m proud to call myself a runner.
Hug those close to you and tell them how much you love and care for them each and every day.