It has been a whirlwind since that fateful Monday afternoon where 2 young men (let's hope that is all) took lives and injured many along the streets of Boston. Running Boston is like participating in the SuperBowl of football. It is an honor and a privilege to be able to participate in the sacred event. Many runners will never qualify for this prestigious event. Most runners who participate in Boston know they are part of something magical.
I watched every minute of the Universal Sports Network (Channel 625 on DirectTv) coverage of the marathon. I got butterflies in my stomach before the start of the race. I got goose bumps while watching the runners do what they do best; run. I emailed my husband at some point while watching and wrote, "I think I want to go back to Boston". He first emailed me a response saying yes, let's go back. And then he asked me, to run?" I responded with an emphatic "Yes".
.....and then the explosions occurred. I know I said I was retired from marathons (but not half-marathons or ultra marathons) but I don't think I am done. I am a very proud American. No one is going to make me cower. What transpired INSPIRED me...
It was really nice getting facebook messages, emails, texts, etc. from friends far and wide making sure I was not there this year. I am part of a fantastic community that cares. It was nice hearing from teammates from my Hood to Coast, Bourbon Chase, and American Odyssey Relay. Most runners I know have hearts so much bigger than their physical counterpart.
My heart is saddened by all the tragedy and my soul is determined more than ever. I have a wonderful family and the best friends anyone could ask for. I know they understand. Am I still having some piriformis issues? Yes. Does that matter? NO!
Hug those close to you a little harder and pray for peace.