One of our local race directors was there in Boston on the day of the bombing. Upon returning safely back to Raleigh, he immediately went into action planning a memorial run. He recruited other local race directors, running shoe stores and running groups. A facebook group was created and I watched as first a few hundred people agreed to run, then a few hundred more, and today over 2000 people congregated downtown to show their support for the victims of this tragedy.
|Lined up to start.|
My friends and I marveled at what an outstanding experience this was to be a part of. To see our running friends and our non-running friends all taking part in this thing of beauty; all sharing the same road for the same purpose. Before the run, I was standing on a corner taking a picture of the American flag when I was approached by a woman named Kim. She was in Boston on Monday, running the marathon. She said her phone's memory was full but she wanted a picture of the flag and asked if I would text it to her. I was so happy to share that picture and that moment with her. This is the type of camaraderie that has been born of this tragedy.
|The picture I was taking when I met Kim.|
After we finished, my running buddy Rose suggested we go cheer on the others that were finishing. That is always my favorite part of a race, seeing the looks on people's faces as they cross that finish line. As I stood there cheering, I thought about the spectators who had been doing just that on Monday and how their lives were now changed forever. I thought about the runners who were just about to cross that finish line in Boston when explosions knocked them off their feet. I cheered a little bit louder, for all of them. When my friend Jeanne found us standing at the finish, she jokingly asked if were were standing there because of the cute firemen nearby. My reply was "No. I'm standing here because every fucking runner deserves to be cheered for as they finish a race." No one can take that away from us; I won't let them.