I remember I was at work on Marathon Monday, still sore from my first 10k, which was at the Eisenhower Marathons a year ago (see my first half marathon report, from this past weekend!). I was excited about running, excited about progressing further in my running career, excited that I saw my sister, and had a great weekend.
Then I heard reports of a bombing, people killed, chaos, scared and brave runners. I was not very productive the rest of the week, let alone the rest of Monday. I could not keep myself from reading everything I could get my hands on.
I felt like I had family there, and I did, my running family was there, hurt and scared. But they were not alone. I had never felt like I belonged in the running community more than on that day.
Of course, I bought a shirt, with the funds going to victims and families of Boston. I wore it with pride, and still do. That night, I ran a slow, silent couple miles. I cried. I was angry. I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand why people hurt others, why people commit acts of violence, why innocent people are targeted. That run was one of my hardest. Not only was I sore from the weekend, but I felt alone, and I felt like nobody was safe, not even in the sport I loved. But I also fell more in love with running on April 15, 2013. I belonged, on that day, and today. I belong to the best community in the world, my running family.
To those running on Marathon Monday, be love. To those spectating on Marathon Monday, be love. To those who have never laced up their shoes before, be love. To those who can’t run any more, be love.
Run strong, Boston. I am proud to be a part of this amazing club.