Three years ago today, I was dropping the hubs off at LAX for him to leave on a leg of the tour. As I was waiting at a stop light to merge onto the 405 after dropping him off, he texted me something along the lines of "Explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon."
My heart sank. I didn't want to believe his text and the forthcoming news reports I heard from CNN once I switched to that station on my Sirius radio. Not only did something horrific like that happen in a city I feel a deep connection to, it happened at the finish line of a marathon.
I'm an avid runner and marathoner. For those who have never completed a race, whether it be a 5K you were training months for or a marathon you never thought you'd do, there's a certain feeling of extreme accomplishment and pride when that finish line comes into view and you know you're just steps away from meeting that goal you set out to meet. Particularly at the finish line of longer races, like half marathons and marathons, people cry...tears of joy, of satisfaction, (and sometimes tears of pain).
What happened in Boston that day rocked me to my core because of what a marathon finish line symbolizes. Triumph. Victory. Accomplishment. The culmination of months upon months of training in the early morning hours, regardless of the weather. Hundreds upon hundreds of training hours and miles went in to those thousands upon thousands of people who never got to cross the finish line because of 2 cowards.
I remember thinking to myself, "You just messed with thousands of people who can run faster than you and never give up. Bad decision." The running community banded together. The Boston community banded together. Hell, the entire country stood with Boston (even the New York Yankees!).
There's no question our country is deeply polarized, but the thing about our country is that we didn't let a tragic event like this tear us apart. We didn't spout misguided assumptions about an entire race or religion based on two young men who made horrible decisions. Instead, we rose above all of that and supported the Boston and running community. We did exactly what those two men never expected us to. We ran on.
We are Boston. We are Strong. We are #BostonStrong.