My body has allowed me to cross the finish line of a marathon twice so far in my life. The moment you accomplish the feat of running 26.2 miles, your whole entire self gets swept up in a rush of joy, relief, gratitude, and elation. I have yet to feel anything like it.
My heart is broken for those who had that experience tarnished by yesterday’s tragedy at The Boston Marathon.
My heart continues to break for those who were affected by the two explosions; runners and spectators alike.
To train for a marathon requires fortitude, discipline, sacrifice, and ample amounts of tenacity. To run a marathon requires those same strengths, but concentrated to withstand the mental and physical challenges of such a strenuous undertaking.
I have no doubt that the city of Boston and the community of runners who cherish this race will draw up their reserves of fortitude, discipline, sacrifice, and tenacity in the months to come. My thoughts and prayers are with the entire band of individuals who are working to heal the injured, comfort the shaken, and those who are working to seek answers and justice for this deeply sad moment in our collective history.
May we all know the strength and fortitude within ourselves to withstand life’s challenges with grace and dignity.