My love of running has grown the past week. Ever since the horrible events at the Boston Marathon last week, I have been glued to the TV waiting for the evil to be caught. Friday night I swore I wouldn’t be able to sleep until they caught suspect #2. Minutes after stating as much on Facebook, they caught him. I was so stressed for all of Boston. I can’t imagine being in a city that was locked down for a whole day. We should not live in a world where an entire city has to be locked down. That is not what this country is about.
Hubby and I went running Sunday morning, simply because we could. We went to Memorial Causeway in Clearwater and ran the bridge all the way over the causeway to the beach and back, a total of 4 miles. It’s a beautiful run. I am constantly reminded how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful, scenic part of Florida. It was a nice run, we ran a lot of it and most importantly, I ran all the way over the bridge both ways. It may seem like something small, something that shouldn’t be too important. But it is, because I can do it.
Yesterday afternoon, I was headed home shortly after the moment of silence for Boston. Still very much on my mind, I knew I was going to run when I got home. I had to show my support since I knew so many other’s would be doing the same. I was going to run 2.62 miles because it seemed like the perfect distance to run, but when I hit 2.50 miles, I knew I wasn’t going to stop at 2.62. I felt too good to stop, so I decided to run a full 5K. How often do you set out to run and decide you want to run further? I will be the first to admit that I rarely do this. I am usually happy to get through what I can. But not yesterday.
I have heard so many stories since last Monday, of so many people affected in so many ways. There are endless images running through my mind as I’ve been glued to the news all week. And that is when I want to run. To run for Boston, to run for those who can’t, to run for those who didn’t finish, to run for me….
Have you run for Boston? Please share!