I apologize for my lack of posts throughout this past week. I spent a majority of my time taking in everything that has happened in Boston since Monday the 15th. There’s really not much else I can say that hasn’t already been expressed through social media and television reports. My heart still aches, but I’m glad that justice has successfully come forth.
Friday evening, when progress started escalating quickly with the investigation of the Boston Marathon bombings, my eyes were glued to the television. Being able to visually see the bravery and heroism amongst these individuals was almost enough to bring me to tears. When I first heard the cheers from the residents of Watertown, I had a sincere gut feeling that there was a huge break in the case. I tuned out my surroundings and focused on the screen before me. I myself even let out a few cheers when the news was revealed to the public.
Chills surged through my body. Hearing the cheers from the residents made my heart smile. I believe that it was the echoing from the cheers heard at the finish line of the Boston Marathon before terror struck. It’s very clear that we won the marathon against sheer ignorance. I wish that I could personally thank every single person who helped in any way shape, or form, especially those in uniform. True heroism I tell you. True heroism. This past week was filled with tears, grieving, prayers, humanity, selflessness, and so much more. The acts of kindness that have been witnessed are truly remarkable, and it completely restored my faith in human nature.
This week is also the week in which I have officially begun the journey to rise again as a distance runner. I know that I have a long road ahead of me, but I’m feeling exceptionally optimistic this time around. Here is the recap from my first run on my recovery plan, which is also my first run post Boston:
It was hot and I didn’t feel all too well, but I pushed myself for those who pushed themselves yesterday. I dedicate this run to everyone who has been impacted by the events in Boston. I dedicate this run to those who passed and to those who are injured - both physically and mentally. And I dedicate this run to those who had their finish line taken away from them. A life changing moment for a runner that is supposed to be glorifying ended up turning horrifying in the blink of an eye, completely unforeseen. This makes me sad, angry, and just all around emotional. I’m not afraid to run. In fact, I feel more empowered to run. Runners are connected on a very deep level, and I think it’s absolutely beautiful. And runners are connected to their spectators. They give us our fight. They give us our belief. And they give us our courage when we need it most.
This is a prime example. Here I am after finishing my first marathon last year. My 2 best friends stood outside in the hot sun for well over 4 hours just to see me cross the finish line. The girl on the right was 6 months pregnant at the time. My heart was exploding with love the very moment that I spotted them within the crowd. I threw my hands in the air and shouted, “I love you guys!” And seconds later, I was a marathoner - my life changed forever. My heart shatters into a million pieces when I think of the spectators that were severely injured while waiting for their loved ones. I can’t even fathom the heartache that was and is still being felt. This moment with my best friends that I speak of plays through my mind. And I think of the reunion with my mom after the marathon…what if…
This is one hug that I will always remember.
Every run since Monday has been both emotionally and spiritually freeing. I also haven’t felt a single twinge of pain during any of my 3, 3 mile runs this week. Next week, I will add one mile to my long run. And right now, ‘long’ means 4 miles. I’m serious when I say that I’m going to follow my recovery plan to a T. Non-running days are set aside for strengthening, yoga/stretching, or cross training (elliptical/cycling) in the gym. It’s not easy starting over, but it will be worth it. My love for running is much too important. My strong passion for distance running is the match that will continue to light the fire within my heart and sole.8 notes
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