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.

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