A beautifully written piece from our cousin Lauren, a runner who was at the race on Monday and lives in Boston. She was the first person who crossed my mind and I’m so thankful she is okay. When things like this happen it’s not about money, or discounts, it’s about love. Here’s to you Boston.
The other day I wrote about the excitement of the Boston Marathon expo and the energy in the city that was getting ready for one of the most exciting races of the year. Runners spend years dreaming of qualifying. They pound the pavement for months for the anticipation of running Boston – the most prestigious race.
I was cheering at mile 24 yesterday afternoon, waiting for a friend to run by to cheer her on. Runners were asking spectators how the Red Sox were doing (they won). Runners of all ages from across the world were out there pushing through the pain, yet still smiling. They took the time to stop and give their friends and family a quick hug or a child a high-five. I cheered for strangers and felt inspired to run another marathon.
Twenty minutes later, my twitter feed went off – explosions at the finish line…
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