My heart goes out to those in Boston. I was just finishing up a 6 mile run along the West Side Highway and turning to walk back when my brother sent me a text asking if I saw what was happening in Boston. Instead of taking the subway home, I walked for an hour and tried to wrap my mind around what was happening. Of course my mind was on the bloggers I knew that were running it, plus my friends who live there. Once I got home I spent the rest of the day and night in bed watching the news, just trying to make sense of what had happened. Here it is Friday, where one suspect is dead and the other escaped in a hijacked car.
I’m gonna go out on a selfish limb here and say that while all attacks that involve killing or harming innocent people are disgusting acts, this was personal to so many of us who are runners. I’ve read so many articles and watched CNN so much that my eyes hurt, and most especially my heart hurts. This article stuck out the most for me, and I invite you to read it and let it take you on the emotional path it took me. My favorite quote from the article:
“And for so many of us who take to the roads, paths and trails, the essence of running is freedom; our freedom to step outside, stretch our legs and fly along the ground wherever we choose for as long as we please. It is a celebration of human ability and excellence. It is a struggle. It is a triumph. And this was an attack on all of that.”
I think about how much running has changed my life over the last 3 years and that alone brings me to tears. Others have run for most of their lives and still get so much joy out of it. I can’t imagine the rest of my life without running, and I hope I am lucky enough to continue running 3-4 days a week until my legs, lungs and heart can’t physically do it anymore. My heart breaks for those who lost their legs or life during the explosion. Having not only running taken from them, but life in general.
I can only hope that with time our world gets stronger and more loving. Hate needs to stop.