“If you’re trying to defeat the human spirit, marathon runners are the wrong group to target.”
I can’t let this day go by without saying anything. Today marks three years since the tragic bombing at the Boston Marathon. I ran the race that year, but thankfully was nowhere near the explosions. I was finished, on the train and almost safe and sound at my aunt and uncle’s house in Brookline. On April 15th, 2013, I was lucky. I’ll be wearing my 2013 jacket today in remembrance of this event and those who were not as fortunate. If you want to read about my experience, you can find it on my blog here, or on Elephant Journal.
Every year, I do some sort of post about running the race. This is my sixth consecutive time toeing the line in Hopkinton, and I feel like words still can’t express the excitement and gratitude I feel to be participating. Each year, I am just as excited to head up north and begin the weekend festivities. I am grateful that I am able to run and take part in this event. I am humbled that my body has carried me through the past 18 weeks. I hope I can go up there and run the race I have in mind. I know I will enjoy the experience from start to finish, regardless of the outcome. My bib number is #7204 this year, and I will carry the memory of the 2013 race in my heart as I run.
Today is a bittersweet day for since it is the anniversary (that seems like a happy term) of a tragic event. On one hand, I woke up today with a bit of sadness in my heart. But I’m also excited for the upcoming weekend. Please take a moment – if possible, at 2:49 pm – today to think of those who are not excited for this day – for those who are still hurting, and for those whose lives will be forever affected by the tragedy that struck.