The Boston Marathon has always been magical to me. Do you know who Uta Pippig is? I do. Growing up, that’s what we did on Patriots Day, we watched the Marathon. Not the Boston Marathon, THE Marathon. When I was a kid, I didn’t know any other marathon existed. I watched the elite runners yesterday on streaming coverage with my heart racing and on the edge of my seat. You just never know what’s going to happen or how the race will end. No matter what, it is always exciting.
As I was watching the elites, I thought two things: 1) I am so inspired and 2) I cannot wait to take my kids to watch the finish someday. I have taken some time off from running in the past couple of years to start a family and deal with injury, but in my heart I am a runner and I will race again. I would love to run Boston, but I know I will not have the time to train enough to qualify, and that’s okay. Boston is special and it always will be for me, even if I don’t have the opportunity to race it.
I am angry and I am outraged that someone did this in the city that I love so much, at a race I have admired my entire life. But I know Boston, and I know Boston won’t let this person win. Next year, the celebration will be bigger, more people will pack the streets and the spirit of the Marathon will go on.
I love that dirty water. Boston, you’re my home.
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