Last night was the community wide run for Boston in my city. It was amazing. Over 500 people came out for the run in support and honor of Boston. Tears filled my eyes seeing all the people!!
The West loves Boston!! It was more than just those that ran the 117th Boston Marathon. Children and their parents came out, and runners of every kind were there. It made the run that much more significant.
My nephew and sister joined me (Marc had to work late). It was my nephew’s first run, or at least community running event, and he loved it.
The Boston finishers/runners of this year and the past lead the way. Everyone was clapping for us and cheering us on for our accomplishments. I was filled with joy, not because every other runner was cheering for us, but that others were supportive of us and of those in Boston. It’s like we were a symbol of all those in Boston who were impacted by the bombings.
I ran with a group of men who were hilarious. We talked about our Boston training and the race, but we seemed to avoid the horrific events that happened at the finish. We asked each other if we finished, but stopped there.
The whole time I was running, I thought of those who lost their lives, mainly that little 8 year old boy. My heartbreaks for his family. My heartbreaks for all those who were victims. My knee has been acting up lately, and at times it’s painful walking, but with Boston in my thoughts, I kept on.
I love the love my community has for Boston. The run helped in the healing process, and I hope with every run more and more healing comes. I am going to keep on keeping on. Everyday is a new day to be thankful for, and everyday brings new healing. Boston Strong!! We will run again!!