Wow. I can’t believe it’s been a year since the Boston Marathon. I still can’t quite wrap my head aroundAirBnB host for a ride unsure of what was happening but panicked by the sound of explosions and the smell of smoke. I still remember getting into his truck and hearing on the radio that a child was killed. I remember wanting my mom in that moment.
But I was safe. I was one of the lucky ones. My story is completely insignificant, yet I was still affected by that day – I think we all were.
I flew home the day after the marathon and went straight back to work. I realized it was probably too soon as I sat at my computer crying over the gruesome images smeared across the internet. I thought I should be fine because I wasn't a victim. Never the less, it was horrifying and I needed to collect myself and let everything sink in. I needed to somehow process all of the lives that were lost and the fact that I made it out safe while so many innocent people lost limbs and worse yet, loved ones. Why was I so fortunate?
I remember sitting with Teresa at a little neighborhood bar two days after the marathon. We had just done a news segment together and decided to share a bottle of wine and talk it out. We hardly knew each other at this point but we just experienced something so ugly and awful together and it inevitably made us very fast friends. It was nice to have someone to talk to who was there and understood how emotional it all was. We decided in that moment we would talk about it as much as we wanted and then we’d walk out of that bar and try to move on. And we did a really good job.
But now April has rolled around and the Boston Marathon is the topic of conversation again. This month's issue of Runner's World is basically a collection of stories from that day and reading them actually makes my stomach upset. Today is the one year anniversary and my heart hurts all over again for everyone who was personally affected by the bombings. I’ve read so many stories about the people who lost limbs and how they are carrying on now. It is inspiring but it’s also completely unfair and sadly, it still makes me angry.
|My college friend, Kirsten, went to the 'Dear Boston, Messages from the Marathon Memorial' exhibit at the Boston Public Library and made a tag with my name on it. She said she cried through the entire exhibit.|
I had absolutely no desire to go back after last year’s race. None whatsoever. That day was awful and I didn't think I could ever cross that finish line again. But now a year has passed and I think I need to go back. I need to qualify again and I need to run Boston again.
This year's Boston Marathon is going to be one very special race. This race will show how resilient we are and how beautifully we can all come together. My thoughts are with everyone who was a part of last year's tragedy and with everyone who will be crossing the finish line this year. Best of luck to you all!