I have always enjoyed watching the Boston Marathon from my living room in little Rhode Island, to my grad school stoop in Beantown and to my various living quarters in CA. My husband and I both hold the marathon close to our hearts, as many Bostonians and runners do. However, I was pretty much born a sprinter/middle-distance girl and I never really pictured myself running a marathon, let alone the Boston Marathon. As I got older, married and had kids, it did twinkle into a thought though. Then came last spring. Like most of the running world, including Boston, I was torn inside-out when the bombings hit with a shock and blow to our minds and hearts. The manhunt that followed made me fear for every one of my family members and friends back home. The capture came with a sigh of relief and that awful taste of anger. How could someone want to destroy something so beautiful and innocent?
Soon, runs for Boston popped up everywhere and many of us all over the country ran together for Boston. http://www.blurb.com/b/4284201-run-for-boston-4-17-13 It was touching because it brought so many of us together. For me, it was a similar feeling as I had when a bunch of us lit candles, had a moment of silence and “walked for Newtown” just a few months prior.
These unthinkable things were actually happening. I wanted to do something, but thought as just one person there isn’t much I can do. Then, I found this T-shirt “Runners for Boston”. I decided that I would Run for Boston – train and try to qualify and support my fellow runners, New Englanders and be Boston Strong. It became my Boston Dream.
I tried to wear my Boston Strong and Runners for Boston t-shirts whenever they were clean. I always got a nod, a thank you or a smile during those training runs. It felt good to run for a purpose and to spread a message. Never before had I cared so much about what my t-shirt said and why I was running.
The night before my marathon I got out a plain white tank top and a red fabric pen. With my husband’s idea, I went Bill Rogers-style and wrote “Boston Strong” across my race tank, in big red letters. Luckily, my friend Carly was there to assist in and prevent a penmanship fail!
The race was fun and full of spirit. Running for Boston never left my mind. Ventura High School’s cross country team and their coach were the pacers for the 3:15 marathon I wanted to run. Unfortunately, at mile 18 I started to feel cold, hot and achy, and so, I slowly fell behind my group. I kept pushing and thinking about how I needed to do it though. Through some delirium and calf cramps I crossed the line in 3:23 – a time good enough to qualify in my age group.
Now I bring you to the present time. I’m a little over a week into my Boston Marathon training. I did it. I get to show my support for Boston in the race that started it all for me as a marathoner. My love for running (if you can believe it) has multiplied through this training, and my desire to cast my support has ignited again as well.
So, what do I do now? The t-shirt message just isn’t enough for me. I need to do more. So, I’ve decided to post something every day, till marathon day. My posts will either be a story, link, article, call to action, etc… for OneFund, Newtown, mental illness… something along those lines. If you, my readers, can just comment and share with your people the message to be a good person, do good things and to recognize and seek help for those who seem worrisome, then I will feel like I’ve done something to cancel out the terrible parts of 2013 and that I’ve helped the survivors of last year’s tragic events. My new Boston Dream – Spread Goodness & Support in 2014! #WeRunTogether
Here’s to goodness in 2014!