Run for Boston
You all know I’m a runner. And the running community, which includes spectators, runners and volunteers alike, is a fantastic and supportive community to be a part of. During races, your adrenaline is pumping and spirits are high because you have worked so hard to accomplish this goal. Everyone is equally happy because they are also achieving their own goal AND nearly every race raises money for a good cause. It’s not hard to power through those difficult spots because spectators and volunteers are constantly cheering you on, holding up hilarious signs, and handing you water. But unless you’re a part of this community, it’s often overlooked. Until last week.
The morning of the Boston Marathon, other than a snippet of news that I heard, I almost had forgotten completely that it was Patriot’s day. I found myself thinking how sad it was that the national news coverage of the marathon isn’t even a fraction of the local news coverage (Patriot’s Day is huge Boston holiday). Fast forward a week later and I want to take that wish back.
A few years ago I mentioned that the hubs ran the Boston Marathon. But I didn’t blog much about the race and my experience there. So I thought I’d share just a little bit about what it’s like to spectate the greatest running event in the world of running (besides the Olympics). I liken it to the superbowl or world series of running – but better because you don’t have to be a professional to compete. You just have to be really really ridiculously good. It’s one of the few marathons for which you have to qualify. “I qualified for Boston,” is a statement of pride and understanding in the running community. So when the hubs made that statement a reality and I got to watch him cross that finish line, the excitement was palpable.
But it was crowded, uncomfortably crowded. At one point, I was physically incapable of moving forward or back even though the entire crowd was pushing to get through (we were barricaded on both sides). And that scared feeling, of being packed like sardines and incapable of moving, was all I could think of when I heard about the bombs.
I think we all feel some sort of connection to the terrible tragedy that has happened. I’m in awe in the varying ways everyone has shown their support for Boston, the running community, and this great country we call home. In a matter of a weekend, a national running event raising money for the One Fund Boston was thrown together to take place all across the country. York’s own running store, Flying Feet, organized a two mile run/walk that took place this evening.
When I say it was thrown together in a weekend, I’m not exaggerating. The organizers got the call on Friday, promoted via Facebook and word of mouth over the weekend, mapped out the course yesterday and got “Run for Boston” t-shirts printed today. And the turnout was amazing. A $20 donation from each runner went straight to the One Fund Boston because everything from food and snacks to the t-shirts were donated by local businesses.
Nothing can change the horrible tragedy that happened last week, but man does it feel good to be a part of country and community of people that do something good in the wake of tragedy.