And together we ran again.
Last week was an emotional ride with the Boston Marathon on Monday and the inevitable post-marathon let-down as the week wore on. I am so grateful for the experience of being able to run from Hopkinton to Boylston Street in Boston on Monday. Prior to the race I was extremely fearful about what race day would bring still haunted by the memories of last year. It has definitely been an up and down year for me since Boston and running has been my one saving grace. Running the marathon again gave me something to focus on and something to fight for!
After the marathon last year I struggled to find any sort of inner-peace often replaying the events of April 15, 2013. I struggled with feeling alone a lot throughout the year, feeling constantly on high alert after having sat by myself, alone in the family meeting area after last year’s marathon for what seemed like an eternity with sirens wailing around me, people in an eerie calm, panic. I was so close to the bomb blasts last year but far enough away that no one knew what was going on and everyone was afraid. The day felt hauntingly like 9/11. A horrific nightmare.
Running the Boston Marathon this year was important to me for so many reasons one being that I needed to run the race again, to make it through the finish line, to complete the race and to feel the celebration, to feel the support of the crowds and the people all around cheering and screaming each runners name. I needed to push through the feelings of insecurity and anxiety and to let the passionate, exuberant crowds lift me and the other runners on our journey of healing. Marathon Monday was overwhelming and amazing. I have never felt so inspired by the amount of incredible spirt and human strength of body, and heart and the stunning courage of so many people who raced the marathon on Patriots Day 2014.
I am forever grateful that I was able to run and be a part of this experience and to further my own healing.
May you continue to find peace and love in your journey on the run!