My Boston Tribute...

I haven't been really blogging lately.. and purely to laziness. Work has been INSANELY busy.. driving all over the place for risk assessments, meetings, presentations and working late late hours. Trying to keep on track with workouts and meal planning along with eating properly has taken up a lot of energy. Last week I gave myself a break, I understood I had a busy week and just did what I could. I tried to stay as close to my caloric intake and get in some exercise.

I was home with a sick little girl on Monday, had a nap that afternoon and when I awoke this is what I found on the news.

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The Boston Marathon Bombing... I was glued to the TV and Twitter to see if the local runners, one which was a coworker of my dear husbands, were alright. Thankfully within minutes everyone was accounted for. However, there was a 8 year old little boy who awaited his father at the finish line was not alright. Nor was his mother or 6 year old sister.

The only thing I could think of was how devastated that my babies and hubby were not at the finish line of my PR'd 5 km last fall, and how I would have given anything for them to have seen me. I know how excited my children get for me to even go for a run, never mind to catch me at the end of the race. So I am assuming I, as other running parents cherish these moments. My heart breaks for this dear father who ran upon this scene.. for the grief he is feeling... and for all the grief felt by the victims.

I noticed on twitter that runners were running. We were uniting by lacing up and hitting trails. If we could do anything it was run the last miles some of these folks never got to run... or run miles the victims will or may never get to run again.  So that is just what I did on Tuesday.

 

I put on my blue race shirt, my yellow jacket ( Boston Colours) and hit the trails. As you can see here in Saskatchewan we have snow.. and A LOT of it left! There were steps I took that I fell through the snow, areas I had to climb up the trail and areas of pure ice. I ran 3 kms.. and fought many tears at the thoughts of what it would have felt like.

I may not have ran 26.2 miles.. But i ran for 26.2 minutes in honour of all those people in Boston. I am pretty proud to say I am a runner. We can't bring back the victims.. but we can RUN.