My SIL just sent me a text..and it might just be..THE.BEST.TEXT.EVER….

she was so excited because she got me this…

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I KNOW..its perfect. I can’t WAIT to wear it. She is pretty much AHHMAZING and i adore her.

I don’t think I have done a solid post yet on the tragic events that happened in my life on 4-15-13.

This year, the 117th Boston Marathon was going to be my best Boston ever. I was going to finish at my best time ever, and then celebrate with my husband, family, and friends who were all anxiously awaiting my arrival at the finish line. I had literally trained my butt off, worked with a fierce determination to gain a qualifying time for next years Boston. I was on fire. Instead, with less than a tenth of a mile to go, bombs exploded all around me. The first-the finish line-less than a tenth of a mile away from me. the second- about 20 feet diagonal to where I was standing.
I have two pictures that I found in Sports Illustrated where I was able to pick myself out. In picture #1: i am the small circle, picture #2 is a close up.

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When I reflect back and think about how god dam LUCKY I am that I didn’t get hurt- It has occurred to be that the ONLY reason I wasn’t harmed was because of the unfortunate wall of people who WERE. That is something I have been dealing with and trying to wrap my head around. I have so many different feelings and reactions about 4/15/13. I feel very hurt and angry about what happened. Relief that my family and friends were all ok; happiness that we were able to find one another without struggle.

I am angry, too. Angry at this bomber who took or irrevocably changed so many good people’s lives. Furious that hardworking people were hurt just because they were there for a sporting event. Anger that my husband, family, and closest friends were put in mortal danger.Angry that the moment of crossing the finish line was abruptly taken from me. I feel like something has been stolen from me, and it’s worse than an actual robbery of material possessions. It’s a moment-forever changed, forever gone.

I am so proud of our city. Our people. Our runners. Of my friends who have been through hell and are still sticking together. Proud of my husband for keeping a clear head through the panic. Because of him we found each other in minutes. I don’t know what we would have done if we had been further apart. As the spectators were fleeing the city- I was still running towards it to find my family.

Boston will rise. We as a people, will rise. We will unite because divided-we fall. We will persevere. I will persevere. I will never give up. Running is an integral part of my life. To you, this might sound ridiculous. But I LOVE to run. It has helped to shape me into the strong person I am. I love Marathon Monday. It is a day of celebration for my friends and family that we have always looked forward to. Patriots day: It is a day that represents freedom, community, and spirit. For the 118th Boston Marathon, i will dedicate my run for those who can’t be there, for those who have been affected because of the violence caused by this terrible person.

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Not once has it occurred to me to hang up my sneaks and take a break- that it’s “too dangerous” to put myself back out there once again in harms way. People say “This could happen every year”. I can’t imagine my life without the marathon. It’s my day. MY DAY. more than my birthday is, or even other significant days…I have come to feel I OWN Marathon Monday. It fuels me and ignites the fire deep inside me because I know that as an athlete, I will push myself. I can always do better; get faster; stronger. I will NEVER give up. No bomber can threaten this girl into quiet hibernation.

I will ALWAYS finish the race.

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6 thoughts on “My SIL just sent me a text..and it might just be..THE.BEST.TEXT.EVER….

  1. Pingback: The Girl Who Ran Everywhere | Strength

  2. Good for you for not hanging up your shoes. I live in Worcester and I moved to New England last April, so this was my first year paying attention to Patriots Day and the marathon. While I wasn’t directly affected like you were, my heart was still sore to think that something like that could happen so close to home. I’m glad I’m following your blog ๐Ÿ™‚ BOSTON STRONG!

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