Running for me is about the challenge.
It’s about those moments when I overcome the thoughts of “I can’t”
and replacing them with, “Yes, I can!”
That surge of energy when the finish line is near
when I can see it, and I push myself to get there. Faster.
As I was camping this weekend,
I read all about the Boston Marathon in the May edition of Runners World.
It was really the first time I ever read about the race and thought,
Man, wouldn’t that be kick ass if I could somehow qualify for that?
The thought never even crossed my mind.
Hell, I’m just trying to get strong enough to finish my first marathon.
But yesterday, when I read those horrible news stories about
the tragedy in Boston, my heart dropped.
It’s hard for me to imagine
training for months and months to even qualify to run the Boston Marathon
then train even harder to be sure I crossed the finish line with pride in Boston,
THEN have it all ruined by a horrible, horrible ending
or not even an ending at all.
It leaves a pit in my stomach.
People are cruel.
And sometimes they ruin the fun for everyone.
Let this not ruin the camaraderie that races bring.
The “We can do this!” attitude
and the idea that we all look out for each other on the course.
Races are supposed to bring people together.
Let’s stick together and not let that fade.
Whoever did this should not take all of that away from us.
The next time I cross a finish line, I’ll be thinking of those runners.
The ones that crossed the finish line,
and sadly, the ones that didn’t.
Those that ran the race, and then had the strength to be a hero and give blood.
I will run for them.
Talk about something to push me across that finish line faster.