I started running in 2009. I found it to be a great stress reducer, as well as an efficient way to drop unwanted pounds. It took a while to really learn to love it, but I did learn to love it. I would hate to miss a run. There were times that runs just couldn't happen though.
I ran two marathons. I am not a fast runner. I have never professed to be fast. I guess I might even be slower than average. I enjoy running though. I knew I would never qualify for Boston. I have never set my sights on running the Boston Marathon because I would be a distant last place, I am sure.
Seeing the attacks on Boston today, really stirred some strong emotions in me. I sat, in complete horror, with goosebumps covering me, for at least an hour. I watched it playing out on the screen. The older man, I just now heard on the television that he is in his 70s, falling over just a matter of yards from the finish line. The woman falling right at the finish line. My heart was breaking for the people.
When I ran the SunTrust Richmond Marathon, my three young children, my husband and my mother were there. They had made signs for me to hold at the finish line. When I was nearing the finish line, I saw them. I saw them holding their signs and cheering me on. When I saw the explosions on television today, that would have been exactly where my family was in relation to the finish line in Richmond. I knew there would be injured children. Children are their parents biggest supporters. My children, at least, are mine. I can't imagine the horror that parents were feeling, knowing that their children were probably close to the explosion.
I wouldn't have been near the finish line with 4:09 on the clock. I would have still been an hour and a half away. Like I said, I am not fast. I just enjoy running. I am sure the people today that were running today were doing it because they enjoy it. I don't know anyone that would sign up to run 26.2 miles just to torture themselves. Lives changed today. Lives ended today.
As I did my three mile run tonight, my thoughts were on Boston. My thoughts were about the people that have been training for so long for this race. Some people train a lifetime for it. It is not an easy race to qualify for. It takes a lot of dedication. I prayed as I ran. I prayed for the injured and the families of the dead.
My prayers are with Boston. Although I will never run Boston, my heart is there. May God Bless the people that lost loved ones. May God Bless the people that were injured, physically and mentally. I would not have done well if I had been there and seen what people saw. May God Bless America!