Like so many in the running community, I was absolutely shocked and deeply saddened at the bombings in Boston yesterday. I wanted to cry all day and was definitely not productive for the rest of the day.
I’d planned to run that night. I wanted to run, too, after hearing about the bombings. Because I was angry, because I was sad, because I feel violated. Instead, I watched the news all night with Ron.
A few people have asked me if I’m going to stop running marathons. And my answer is no, because I do not want to let “them”, whoever they are, win. I don’t want to live in fear.
A few other people have told me that they thought of me and Ron when they heard the news. It is very humbling to hear that, especially since I’m nowhere near a Boston caliber runner. But people care, close friends and acquaintances alike. They know that I like to race and they thought of me in the wake of the terrible news.
Tonight, I ran 2.62 miles. For Boston. 2.62 humid gym, treadmill, breaking in new shoes miles. I ran it in my Martian Half Marathon shirt. It was sticking to me by the end. I couldn’t wear a race shirt to work, but I did wear a blue sweater and a yellow scarf. Boston Marathon colors.