Boston, it’s been on my mind from the moment my alarm clock went off at 4:15am this morning. I rolled out of bed knowing that I had a purpose for this morning’s run, I was running for Boston. All of my runs count, but this one had special meaning and that made it stand out from most of the rest.
I ran 3 miles with my running group, all the while we discussed the horrible events of yesterday’s Boston Marathon. I felt so blessed to be able to get out on the road and run with these great people. Runners are like a big family, and I was glad to be with mine.
It was a harder workday today as well. I tried to think good thoughts about be thankful that everyone I know and that most people at the event were okay. It was this line of thinking and checking in with fellow online runner friends to see their photos of race shirts worn and miles run in memory/honor of Boston that kept me going. I also did a lot of praying and talking to God. While we may not understand the reasons why this tragedy occurred, I take comfort in the Lord in difficult times.
After work, I was still antsy, so I pulled out my bike and took a short 4.09 mile ride in my neighborhood. I rarely workout twice in one day, but today just seemed to call for it. As I write this, I still have a mixed bag of emotions. I will say that I no longer feel angry, I am upset and saddened most of all. I don’t believe that anger helps anyone or any situation. We need to be strong and be there for those affected by the attack and for one another. That is what is going to get us through this tough time.