I was going to write a post about the incredible run I had Monday afternoon. The run that reminded me how amazing running can be.
Then I got back and saw what had happened in Boston.
An attack on runners and spectators at the finish line. An attack on Boston. An attack on the running community.
I was so scared for those I knew running the marathon or going up to spectate (thankfully everyone I knew is fine). I was horrified that a day that is meant to be the culmination of years of dedication ended in tragedy. And I was awed at the runners who crossed the finish line and kept running, heading to Mass General Hospital to give blood, and at the people who ran toward the bomb detonation sites to help those who'd been injured.
Running has become a major part of my life over the past year. An attack on an event that is an institution in the world of running feels like an attack on the entire running community. On a community that runs races for all kinds of charities.
My heart and positive thoughts go out to all in Boston, and the running community, who have been affected.