Yesterday, along with hundreds of thousands of my fellow runners, I laced up my Newtons and ran for Boston.
It was one of the most emotional runs I have had in my life… and I cry when I run quite often.
I ran 6.2 miles at Half Marathon pace through the hilliest section of San Luis Obispo that I could find.
And I cried.
I cried for little Martin Richard, 29 year old Krystle Campbell and Lu Lingzi, the college student.
I cried for the 176 other injured victims of this horrendous attack.
I cried for every single person who has been affected by this tragedy.
I cried for my running community and for the strength that we have all shown through this event.
And to be honest, I cried a little for myself.
It was the hardest run I have done in a long, long time.
I finished the run, took off my one and only marathon technical shirt and tried to wash off all of the sadness, fear, anger and pain that has been living inside me since 2:50 PM on Marathon Monday.
I hoped that those feeling would go away, but they haven’t.
I am still hurting and I want answers.
Until that day, I know that I have to accept the fact that I don’t have answers and I don’t know why someone would want to hurt my friends.
That is a helpless feeling.
But, I have found that I am not helpless after all.
I can still run.
I can still run for those who can’t.
I can finish the race for those who couldn’t.
And I will.
I am dedicating this running season to Boston.
Every race that I run from here on out will be for them.
For those who died, for those who were injured and for those whose dreams of running Boston were taken from them…
This is for you.
I run for Boston.
Join me. Dedicate this running season to Boston. I don’t care if you run a 15 minute mile, or a 5:30. Just run.
Run for them.