Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Running for Boston

There is no way to understand.  Because I, like everyone I know, cannot fathom any explanation to justify the horror that has occurred, yet again, in our country.  How is harming innocent people, innocent children, justified by any cause?  Lives were stolen, loved ones were hurt, and a nation attacked grieves once again. 

I overheard someone talking about a radio show where a runner in the Boston Marathon had called in and said that not only did all of these horrible things happen, but she was cheated of finishing her dream race.  People called in and said all kinds of mean things to her and about her for mentioning this.  And I think that is so wrong!

Whoever this evil minion of satan is, he did many things.  He murdered innocent people, he injured hundreds of bystanders and loved ones, and yes, he stole dreams.  Whatever dreams they may have been, whether running the marathon or visiting Boston or even just making it back home from a hard day, those dreams were interrupted.  As I say these things, they are merely words that cannot even begin to reach the depth and severity and intense feeling of these statements.  After unspeakable acts like this, we question our safety, we question our actions, and we worry even more about our children as we send them out to this uncertain world.  We cry because no matter what we do to protect our loved ones, we are never secure as we never know what evil lurks around the corner.  

But if we stop moving forward, he wins.  

But then stories start to surface.  Stories of kindness, stories of those who ran from their homes to help, stories of strangers helping other strangers and offering whatever they could to bring comfort and order to an unimaginable situation.  There were lots of posts from runners telling their stories, and they were so inspiring as runner's stories often are.  

Nothing we do can undo the evil that has transpired.  There are no words that can take away the pain. But we can pray.  And we can run.

Yesterday was dreary as if the atmosphere was overcome with the sadness and sorrow of us all.  And I didn't want to run, but I did.  Because I could.

As I ran, I thought of Boston.  Every step was a prayer, my cadence a song of comfort, and every breath a wish for healing.  Maybe there's not much I can do to ease the suffering, but I can stand united with my fellow runners.  I can run with all my heart.  I can dedicate my miles in the spirit of hope and peace, and I am reminded that we are not alone.

A group started on Facebook called Run for Boston 4/17.  The idea was to run and post a picture holding a sign.  Our fellow Road Runners met this morning to do just that.  

The 4:30 am crew

The evening crew

Kelly and I ran for Boston, too.  I posted our pictures to the Facebook page, and I was filled with sense of pride as I looked through the pictures from across the nation of runners running as a gesture to show our solidarity.




It may have only been two miles, but we ran it with all our hearts.  The next 26.2 miles I run are dedicated to Boston.  I may never run a full marathon, and I may never qualify for Boston; but I am proud to call myself a runner.  We are strong and we are united.  And it is with our strength and our hearts that we prevail.