I'm sure by now you have read a million accounts of the Boston events last week. I don't want to harp on the past, but I don't think I can move on without expressing my condolences to the victims and families of those affected by the bombings and aftermath last week. All of last week's events have really pushed me to take a step back and be grateful for my life. None of us are safe from these unexpected tragedies, but we can't live in fear of "what if." All we can do is make a conscious effort to appreciate the good things in life and make the world a little bit of a better place through kindness, positivity, and passion.
Another thing Boston has me thinking about is what it means to me to be a runner. I was actually in Boston the day before the marathon, exactly where the first bomb went off. I can't even begin to explain the extraordinary sense of excitement and togetherness in the air on Sunday. To me, that sense of community is one of the most gratifying things about being a runner. It doesn't matter how fast you are; If you run, you're a runner. There is an immense amount of support and kindness within the running community. I think that was expressed very clearly last Monday, and I have experienced it endlessly when I wave to another smiling runner out on the streets, wander through a race expo, or share the exhilarating struggle of a race.
While running the past few days, I've let my mind wander through the happenings in Boston multiple times. It's allowed me to come to terms with what's happened and has made me truly proud to feel a part of the family of runners that's stayed so strong since last Monday.