Last year, the Boston Marathon bombing was very devastating for me. I was not there. I wasn’t at the finish line or in the race. Although I did mention some of my thoughts last year, a lot has developed in me over the past year since it all happened that I thought I would share.
At the time it happened last year, I was sitting in Panera bread eating lunch with some girlfriends. I got a call from my husband on his work phone, which struck me as very odd (he never calls from his work phone). He immediately asked me if I was alright. After I assured him I was just sitting down for a late lunch down the street from home, he told me what had happened. I had no idea yet.
That night and the days to follow, I couldn’t stop watching the news and reading articles. I could stop feeling like there was an attack in my own backyard. I was not too close to the bombings, quite a few towns away, actually. But it was still my town. Still so close to home.
As time went on, I think the rest of the world resumed to normal. But Boston was still very much broken and felt the effects of the act of terrorism for quite some time. It dropped off the news stories, but it was always still here, still a looming tragedy for Boston.
Now a year later, I am training for my own first marathon, which is really unthinkable to me. A huge motivation for me doing a marathon now was my friend wanting to do one with me before she moves away this summer. But even if she hadn’t asked, I think that would have been the next step for me anyway partly because of last year’s marathon.
I remember in the days after the bombing, all my runs were just… indescribable. I was running. Someone else was not. And maybe never able to again. It was so sobering to me. I would literally think, these miles are for Boston.
Although I am not running the Boston Marathon, my training is very close in line with it, being just 2 weeks after it. Through my training, I’ve felt like I’ve been running with Boston, though. Many of my long runs, I see the same people running around the Charles. Some of them are training for Boston, some are not. I don’t know, because I don’t know them. But either way – I am a part of this community. There doesn’t need to be any talking, any words. There are just footsteps, one after another, fighting for what we love – this city, running, and freedom.
I am not out there today, but I am so excited and moved for Boston. I’ve prayed for safety and victory. I know that the city has been wounded, but what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.