It's really taken me a day to take in the magnitude of the tragedy in Boston. When I first received a text from my mother-in-law telling me about the "explosions", I thought she meant she was just watching it and streamers and fireworks were going off as the winners were approaching the finish line. I turned on the tv and I was in shock. This is not what I had pictured.
As a runner, this was ever more hard for me to watch. Running is something most people do to take their minds off of the world and to find peace. I know it is for me. Many of these runners have been waiting their whole lives for this moment. It's so heartbreaking to see this dream shattered or tarnished for so many people.
My heart sank deeper when I saw the time on the clock, 4:09. This is a time that I would be coming in from my marathon or shortly after. This could have been me. The innocent by-standards could have been my family and friends waiting for me. Needless to say, this has been hard for me to comprehend, but I am not going to stop running because of this. I refuse to let these cowards keep me from doing something I love.
I am still training to run the Chicago Marathon in October and I hope to honor those affected by the Boston tragedy. I actually want to run it more now because of this. I hope what happened in Boston won't deter others from running races, especially long ones.
My thoughts and prayers are truly with all of those affected by this tragedy. Yesterday, I ran 4.09 miles in honor of those and let me tell you, those miles were not easy. I didn't run with music and all I could think about were those innocent people. It may have not been my best run, but to date, it's been my most emotional.