Our Boston Marathon

The Boston Marathon is my Christmas. 

I can’t seem to muster up my usual morning smile and have no pep in my step. The importance of everything around me seems dwarfed by Boston.

After last year’s scorching Boston Marathon, I decided to take a year off and run a race in Ireland. Thank you to all of my family and friends who reached out to see if I was okay, thinking I may have been running.

I was greatly relieved to learn (one by one) that all of my friends in Boston were okay. I wish everyone was okay. I wish that all of those people who worked so hard to get to Boston could have been celebrating today. I am sad for all of the innocent people hurt, people cheering on their runners.

Never before have I ever felt so directly affected by something so terrible. So much so, that I think I’m going to Boston next year. RA_Logo