Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Yesterday

Yesterday morning I got up and watched the elite runners finish the Boston Marathon.  After the announcer signed off, they let the video run for maybe 15 more minutes and I started to see the non-elite people start to trickle across the finish line.  For people not familiar with marathoning, the Boston Marathon is the pinnacle of the sport.  You have to either achieve a challenging qualifying time or fundraise thousands of dollars for charity to be able to participate.  I think most marathoners deep down inside dream a little bit about Boston.  My Boston dreams are not so deep:  I have been hoping to qualify in the next 1.5 years.  I know what this race means to runners.  I thought about the thousands of dreams that were about to be realized out there this day as I left the house to start my day.

Hours later I emerged from yoga and my phone had lit up with messages and missed calls.  I read the first one without reading the rest.  My high school friend wanted to know if had run Boston today.  Was I okay?  I thought perhaps he had gotten confused -- we had talked about how I wanted to run it one year -- and I knew he was aware I have been dealing with injuries.  "No I didn't run.  Really hoping for 2015.  Still coming back from injury :(" I responded.  And then I listened to a voicemail. And I read another message. And I understood what he had meant.

I had typed a post about how I feel but decided it has all been said already or perhaps should not be said.  I will just say that my heart hurts as a human and also as a runner.  I did want to check in so that everyone would not worry.  It was brought to my attention that the bunny bloggers were concerned about my whereabouts yesterday.  You are all a sweet bunch.

I missed "Monday Mario" so will include a photo.  What made me feel better yesterday was giving those furry cheeks a good snorgle.





#forboston

5 comments:

runningthedawn.com said...

My heart hurts too. Your Boston will be here so soon and it will mean so much more after all this. Glad you are safe.

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

It never crossed my mind to worry about you, since if you were going to Boston, you'd have been blogging about it. What's interesting, though, is that as many of us as there are, I would bet that most of us who are long-time distance runners knew either knew someone at Boston or knew a few runners at no more than one or two degrees of separation. Big community, small world. Or is it the other way around?

Mr. Mick and Jade said...

I thought of you that day, but assumed since you hadn't mentioned going to Boston that you would not be going. Very glad you didn't, too. The area where the bombs went off were old stomping grounds for me in college; I lived just a few blocks away and would often make my way up to Boylston Street for shopping, dining and general entertainment. Even though it has been many years since I've been there, seeing the devastation hit very hard. Mr. Mick got at least a couple days' worth of extra snuggles and slightly dampened fur.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Glad you weren't there, what an awful tragedy

SixBunnies said...

Thank you for letting us know you are okay, and yes, kissing bunny cheeks makes everything seem better and less painful!