How do you have a blog that’s mostly about running and not
mention what happened in Boston? I tried to think of a way not to write about
it. I wanted to skate over it and go right on to my marathon on Saturday. Why
don’t I want to write about it? Because I’m not qualified to, I don’t know how
to express what I’m feeling. But,
if I were to skate right over it, would it appear to that I don’t care?
I do care. I’m terrified, angry, sad, defiant, grateful,
furious, and confused. I don’t possess the words to express any of it
properly.
I went on a run with a dear friend yesterday. It helped to
talk to her. That soothing combination of a good friend and physical exhaustion
seemed to calm me down. I can’t say that I ran yesterday to prove a point. I
ran yesterday because I didn’t know what else to do.
I run.
It’s who I am. And
I hope that no low life douchebag can take that away from me.
But during my run I did notice something. Fellow runners
were a little friendlier. A few days ago I might not have seen nearly as many
smiles or heard as many hellos. It even seemed like people in cars were more
thoughtful…A little more eager to wait at an intersection. Maybe that was all
in my head. But if it was real… can we keep it up? Let’s not just be extra nice
when a tragedy strikes. Let’s do that all the time.
I hope that we can heal from this. And I hope that we can
move forward. I hope that we will keep running.
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