Abbie and I started this blog to share our adventures. To both of us, running plays a big part in our lives. Abbie taught me how to run back in college when I could barely run for a minute straight. I ran her first marathon with her back in October. She taught me what the Boston Marathon was all about and since then it's been on my "to do" list.
I've had this post pending for the past couple of days. I continue to be unable to accurately write all the things I've been feeling. This is all so unbelievable to me right now.
Every day I talk to the patients and families I work with who are experiencing trauma or are terminally ill. We talk a lot about the roller coaster of emotions that we go through during life's changing events and this week I've experienced that roller coaster first hand. Boston is such an iconic and important race in the running community: It is a goal every runner has on their race bucket list. And even though I wasn't in Boston this week running that marathon, this has hit my heart so hard.
I am a runner, a spectator, a supporter, a marathoner. I have friends and family members who are all of those as well. There is no other feeling in the world like seeing your husband, family, friends, and complete strangers along the course calling out your name, bib number, shirt color, or saying "hey girl in the skirt, you're almost there", giving you exactly what you need in that moment to get to the next mile. And there is nothing in the world like the feeling of passing the finish line after running 26.2 miles.
Running and its community means to much to me and has been such a big part of my life, even more so since I moved to California. As runners, we meet new people in new cities. We make life long friends talking about the most random things. We cheer on our friends, we cheer on strangers, we train long and hard in all sorts of weather. We are called crazy. We are called inspiring. We are called strong.
Sometimes we run for solace, sometimes we run to be together. It is a safe place for us to go when we need it most.
This event has affected me so much more than I anticipated. It has rocked my tiny little safe world and hit closer to home than I had expected. Monday, I was in shock. Tuesday I was angry and confused. Now, I'm just asking why. Why would someone do this?
Despite all of the emotion, the thought of not running another race is unthinkable. As soon as I got home on Monday, I put on my running shoes. Tuesday I wore my blue and gold to work and went for a run that evening. I've looked back at the photos of my old races and the amazing memories they each hold. Tomorrow will come and I will run again. I will train harder. I will put even more passion into this sport. I will go to my next race and it will be very different, but that finish line will mean so much more. I won't stop.
Throughout the past few days, I've read a lot of great stories and blogs posts about the running community, the selfless acts people did to help one another, and all the support going out to the spectators, runners, and city of Boston. I'm amazed and so proud to be a small part of this very large group.
Now, like I asked on Monday, any one have good race suggestion for me? I've been itching to train for another marathon...