My Mom is the best. I casually mention how my chocolate selection is running low and next thing you know this arrives in the mail.
This also reminded me of this day one year ago. Like most of you I was shocked about the events at the finish line of the Boston marathon. I had been following an RSS feed of the race at work when the news came through of the explosions. What made it worse was I knew that my Mom might be there.
I’ve mentioned her a couple of times on the blog – about how she is my running inspiration. She has run for basically all of my life and I have many memories of being dragged along to races, to expos and “volunteering” at races that she was helping to organize. She has run a sub-3 hour marathon, represented Ireland as a masters runner and has a 38.00 flat 10 k PR.
She is also still involved in the running community in Ireland and often has the chance to travel to expos to promote the Dublin Marathon. This past weekend she was in Rotterdam. Last year she was in Boston.
I immediately called my Dad who was at home in Ireland and I was surprised at how my voice just crumbled when I heard him speak. He hadn’t been able to get through to her but one of her friends had let him know that she had left Boston earlier that morning to get a train down to NYC. People in her group who had been watching the finish had luckily left just about 10 minutes before the first bomb went off. Everyone I knew was OK.
But unfortunately 3 people died that day and almost 260 people were injured. I could easily picture myself as one of those kids watching my parent cross the line. Or imagine my Mom finish an iconic race. I still get choked up thinking about that day.
But the major take home message for me from that day wasn’t about evil or hate or terrorism but the strength of the human spirit. How people’s first reaction was to help those in need. To be selfless and supportive. The best human attributes were out in force that day. And in the days and weeks that followed.
I believe that for the most part people are good, kind and loving. This is especially true in any running community. Runner’s know how hard you need to work to get to the starting line of any marathon – and particularly Boston. It is a symbol of the pinnacle of an amateur runner’s racing career. If you BQ you have made it. To have some cowardly person attempt to destroy this emblem of human sacrifice, camaraderie and perseverance is just so wrong.
During this half marathon training cycle I have never felt burn-out. The events of one year ago have made me appreciate every run I GET to do. I like to think that every run is a little bit for Boston. And a little bit for my Mom.