Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Taking Back What's Ours
So I was out of town yesterday for work, and frankly I did not know what to write about Monday's events. Tuesday, before I left for work I did what so many runners did on Tuesday, and maybe today. I did my own little memorial run for Boston. For me that meant a 4:30 AM 5K through my neighborhood without music. The only sound really just the rhythm of my footfalls. As I ran I thought about the people injured, traumatized, and killed. I thought about how many weekends my husband and I set out to do just the same thing those folks did. To run a race. To feel the strength and endurance of our bodies, experience the camaraderie, and the payoff for hard work. I thought about my half marathon and when things were tough around mile 10 after 3 miles of hills, how I thought in 2 miles my husband is at mile 12 waiting for me. He is going to run me to the finish line. I thought about how great it was to see him and how crossing that finish line was so much better because I could see him waiting to hug me. Then I thought of 8 year old Martin Richard who was waiting to do that same thing for his Dad. Probably doubly excited because dad was going to cross the finish line, but also because, as we all do, Dad had probably said "just let me finish training for Boston and I will have a break without so many long runs. We can go see the Sox play." Martin never got to give that hug or go to that game. Because he and his Dad went to do what we all do. We run. We run for the finish line.