I am a runner. I am a marathoner. I am a Bostonian.
To say my world shook yesterday is an understatement. A perfect day for the marathon. Blue skies and 50 degrees were a welcome relief to those who gruelled through 90 degree weather last year. A day when everyone in Boston is happy. Every step of 26.2 is lined with spectators-family, friends and those who seeked to be inspired by the resiliance of the human body. Most of the city has the day off. To celebrate, to be drunk college kid at the sideline, to cheer for everyone. It's a friendly competition that brings thousands from around the world to this town.
Because Boston has always felt like a small town, we often forget that we are just as vulnerable as any other city. Boston is a town where you always bump into someone you know, and despite our gruff exteriors is filled with some amazing, wonderful and inspirational people. While I (like most the city) am a transplant, I've called it home for the last 6 years.
So when I was typing away at my computer at 2:50, getting some work done, I knew getting multiple text messages from friends across the country asking if I was ok, wasn't a good sign. Turning on the tv I didn't see how the footage of explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon could be real. This can't happen to our city. Frantically calling, having no cell service, texting and facebookin to try to find out if all my friends in the area were ok. Once everyone checked in, I breathed a small sigh of a relief, because my corner of this town was ok. Shaken, scared, skiddish, but ok.
As the death and injured toll rose I tried to focus on the positive. The heroic volunteers rushing towards the bombs, the rapid response of the police and investigative team. The inspirational messages and checking in done across all forms of social media, from people whom i've never met, who may never have even been to Boston.
Strangers reaching out to help.
Boston is a resiliant strong town. The running community is resiliant and strong. We will get through this, stronger than ever.
Feat and hatred never help. So now I can only do what I know. Hug those I love even closer. Tell people I love them. Send love and healing thoughts to those who are hurt. Take care of myself. And run.
Here's my retaliation:
- Take care of your mental health: Breathe, meditate, do yoga, stretch it out. (if you've never foam rolled, start now)
- Donate to Red Cross
- Support local Boston running companies: New Balance, Marathon Sports, City Sports, South End Athletic Company, Heartbreak Hill Running Company, November Project, Run Keeper
- Run (if you're looking to start a training program I love the Greatist's plans I'm using theirs for my half marathon in 2 weeks)
We are strong. Let's run.