Nine hours in a car gives you ample time to be alone with your thoughts. I figured after the drive home from Boston that I'd have sorted through everything that was running through my mind. I haven't really. A marathon is supposed to be a celebration of the triumph of the human spirit, not about senseless violence. This cowardly act just reaffirms what I have known all along: Runners are a STRONG bunch. Good luck bringing us down. If anything you've just brought us closer together.
As for my race, I made a conscious decision to run happy and smile no matter how hard things got. I kept reminding myself that I was lucky to be there. I'm so glad I kept that promise to myself. The result was an absolutely perfect day. I'll post my race report later in the week once I've sorted my thoughts and had some time to process everything.
What this tragic turn of events has taught me is that the running community is truly AMAZING. There are so many of you that I have never met and may never meet but because we share a common love of a sport, we immediately embrace each other as friends. I was touched by all your messages, tweets, emails, texts and messages on Instagram. As I posted on Facebook yesterday: Finally
back on home soil. Can't wait to get home. Just a heads up that if I
see you tomorrow there is a very good chance I'm going to give you a
hug. Life's too short guys, remember that.
I did just that. Yeah, it was a bit of a hug fest today but I didn't hear anyone complaining. To all of my blends and virtual friends out there on the interwebz, I'm sending you a virtual hug, because life is too short not to.
Have you hugged someone today?