Marathon runners are a little crazy, yes, but we all share a love for running and for being a part of something bigger than ourselves. Boston isn’t just a marathon, it’s a symbol of the hard work and dedication of so many runners who’ve qualified, and the hopes and dreams of those of us who haven’t. The attack on Boston was felt by so many because we, as runners, are a family.
The joy I felt when I ran Chicago was more than I can express. It was overwhelming to be part of such a large race, with the runners, volunteers, spectators and families all there to cheer for and support one another. Knowing that this same spirit at Boston was attacked yesterday, and knowing that those most affected will never be the same breaks my heart.
Runners, however, are a strong group of people. Who else wakes up at 5am every weekend for months to run, or gets up to run early every week before work, or suffers through countless injuries, lost toenails and all types of weather just to do what they love? Who else can endure 26.2 miles just to prove that they can; to be a part of something great? You don’t mess with runners; our spirit cannot be broken.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all of those affected by yesterday’s tragedy, but I know as a community we will rise up to support one another, to support Boston, and to support that connection and that spirit that lives within us all.
