I am a runner, running takes me to my happy place. Running keeps me “sane”. ;) No one, and I mean NO ONE can take that from me.
I've been lucky enough to experience the camaraderie of running a marathon, the bonding with runners AND spectators, who you've never met before and may never see again, all working and cheering you on toward the same incredible goal, helping each other along the way, to cross the finish line and feel that overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
I’ve had the honor of running in the Boston Marathon.
The city is alive with energy marathon weekend. People fill the streets wearing running shoes and jackets from their first year they ran the race. As a runner you feel like a superstar – it is a weekend dedicated to the sport and the people who love it.
The feeling of Boston is indescribable. It is a runner’s dream of a lifetime, the ultimate goal, it is THE marathon of all marathons. For the amateur athlete it is like competing in the Olympics.
Marathons are amazing because they bring people together, people from opposite ends of the world, to even just different parts of the city. Runners, spectators, volunteers, all come together and for a few hours celebrate human life.
It is so sad to see an event that is supposed to bring such joy, bring such heartache due to senseless violence. I think what hits me so hard is I’ve been there, run down those same streets and had family and friends cheering me on from those same spots where the bombs went off. It hits home because it’s personal.
I will always be a runner, and I will continue to run in marathons. No one and nothing can take the spirit of the marathon away. I plan to run in Boston next year, I will run harder, and I know the spectators will cheer louder. I will run to remember and to honor.
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