Take a deep breath and run
I am not a Boston qualifier, nor will I ever be. I have accepted that fact in my life. However I believe there are 2 routes that will allow me to fulfill my dream of running this epic race: As a volunteer runner or when I am an octogenarian.
But I am a runner and my heart was heavy when I heard the news from Boston yesterday afternoon. It was hard to see the destruction of someone's dream and it was hard to not be afraid of what this will do to racing in America.
Running is special. I can't think of many other activities that cause me so much pain and so much joy at the same time. It has to be special other wise runners wouldn't turn out every weekend in rain, snow, sleet, hail, and on those rare blessed days of sun. It is a sport that takes a lot of heart and a lot of determination. If it didn't, why would people go out mile after mile when their bodies told them to quit 5 miles ago. Running makes me remember how thankful I am to be alive and healthy so I am able to move my body the way God planned.
Runners are special people. Every weekend I get the chance to nod in solidarity to other runners who knows what it feels like to be 8 miles into a 12 mile run. They get it. They know the excitement of race day and the feeling of exhilaration when thousands of runners are packed together doing something they love. We get up before the sun and stand out in chilly weather waiting for the sound of the starting gun. We cheer for each other, encourage each other, and share our horror stories of injuries and nagging pains. I have always been proud to count myself in the ranks of the middle of the pack racers, because we slog it out mile after mile despite the amount of time it takes us to get to the finish.
They know what it is like to cross a finish line. To draw in a deep breath of victory over whatever you run from.
I came to the sport a little later than most. But it has changed my life in a huge way. This morning I headed to the gym to pound out my speedwork. Something that I struggle with each week. But today I thought of each repetition as a finish for those who didn't were denied that opportunity. It was a finish for all those runners who trained, perspired, fought through pain and exhaustion but didn't get the chance to cross the line that means so much more than finishing.
Jessica talks about life, running and parenting adventures on her blog Long Days, Short Years
I am a runner and as long as I am able, I will keep on running.