My son, eight years old, wanted to run to encourage the family of Martin Richard, who was also eight on Patriot's Day Monday, the day when his life came to an unexpected and tragic end.
He hopes this photo and his "run to remember" will show Martin's family that we love them and are praying for them, along with the others who were at the finish line or racing that day in Boston.
|The boys and the nieces ran gravel trail loops during their #RunForBoston. |
I am super proud of my nieces who have started a walking program recently.
I woke up excited Monday morning, April 15th, to cheer for friends who were racing at Boston: Amanda, Tia, Devon, Carissa, Robin, Kristy, Katie, (and no doubt a few others I forgot for this).
Coffee in hand, I declared to my home-schooled boys that we would, "Spend a little time watching history this morning." I had no idea how true that statement would turn out to be.
As events unfolded, we watched a strong finish by American Shalane Flanagan, bright pink socks, a flowing blonde ponytail, with an incomprehensible cadence. And we witnessed another strong finish by Jason Hartmann.
After that, I went back to searching results on the BAA site and checking facebook to see if there were any photos yet. It wasn't long until the news spread about the bombs at the Boston Marathon finish line, and then began the questions of, "Who is safe? Are my friends safe? "Are there any more bombs?" and the struggle to find out the answers to those questions.
God was gracious in sparing the friends I know who were there. They were all OK. Shaken, but OK. All had finished, but some had lingered to relax a bit and came very close to being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
In the minutes and hours that passed after the bombs, it became clear that an act of premeditated evil had taken place, but it was answered with every-day heroes and helpers. Some risked their own safety to help others, some offered help with cab fares, shelter, comfort.
I can't even begin to understand the thinking of a lunatic who would organize such an attack, but if it was to scare people away from large races, it seems as though he or she has failed. The insane act of terrorism meant to deter us from racing or gathering in large numbers has been the catalyst to bond people with prayer, brotherhood, and acts of service.
Like throwing oil on fire, our determination flames up. Our compassion is sparked.
Yesterday countless people wore race shirts and gathered at places all over the world to show love to those who were hurting in body or mind and to defy evil.
I refuse to be a captive to fear.
My goal is to make it to Boston 2014, with the Lord's blessing. It won't be easy, since there is limited time to run a qualifying marathon and I have been sidelined for most of March and April due to injury. I am looking at a potential late summer Boston qualifying marathon- something before September 22. And then, if I qualify, I will have to make it through the registration system!
This will be a goal that should tie in nicely with my other goal, to race a 50k.
It seems the rest of this year will be spent re-building distance with purpose. I am mentally ready for that. Now, legs, get the message!
Did you do a run to remember on 4-17-13?
Were you in Boston during the race? Feel free to share.