A Running Battle

Earlier, I was eager to settle in with my laptop and give you the rundown of yesterday’s kick-ass race but after today’s tragic event, I don’t really know what to do or say. I’m still speechless with a permanent knot in my throat from an afternoon of choking back tears, haunted by the news that hit a little too close to home. The sense of accomplishment I experienced as I crossed the More/FITNESS Half finish line has been stripped and the strength I felt as my legs seemed to float across the hillier-than-I-remember Central Park has been depleted. I’m stunned, disgusted, sick to my stomach and angry because a selfless act of terror has forever changed the sport’s arguably most iconic event.

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I, like so many fellow athletes, run for that sense of freedom you feel when you reach your “happy pace.” It’s a rhythmic escape from both the good and the bad with a healing power unlike anything else. After the Boston Marathon bombing, that haven has been altered…challenged. The finish line is where our family members band together to cheer us on. It’s where we truly turn on the jets to test our body. It is there where we learn if the blood, sweat and tears we endured in training really paid off before setting goals for the next–a hopeful end to a new beginning. I felt better than ever yesterday, pushing myself to shatter my 2:03:18 Vegas race for a new PR of 1:47:23 but today’s frantic texts to friends and family put everything into perspective. My heart goes out to those in Beantown. I pray for the running community’s strength and perseverance. God knows, it’s one group that doesn’t and won’t give up without a fight.

Sprinkled with Love,
Lauren

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3 Comments to “A Running Battle”

  1. Great post, honey!

  2. This was great, love you ❤ So thankful for friends and running and awkward sweat patterns.

  3. Thanks for the thoughtful post. I too am stunned by the events in Boston. I recall the B-more marathon finish line as a place of deep meaning, for after 26.2 miles of digging deep and pushing ahead, you are home. It is so sad that the sweetness of that place should ever be tainted through tragedy brought by the sick of heart and mind. There is no doubt that the Boston Marathon will grow bigger and brighter through this tragedy, because, as you say, runners won’t give up without a fight. I only hope that those effected by these terrible events feel the infinite love from their fellow runners worldwide.

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