Yesterday morning I was eagerly checking the news online to see the results of the Boston Marathon. I was more interested in it than in previous years. The night before I read an article in Runners World about Shalane and Kara and I was curious if one of them would win. M has been talking a lot about the Boston Marathon as he's been chasing a qualification. Not to mention I ran my first ever race just a few weeks ago.
I was shocked and devastated when I heard about the bombings at the finish line. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I couldn't imagine someone doing that. What has this world come to? I remember standing with my sweet boys at finish lines lately to cheer on M as he completed his marathon. We could have been there. The pictures on the news have been horrifying. Blood everywhere, people with missing limbs - it's too much.
I went out to run yesterday afternoon. I ran 3 miles and I prayed. I prayed for the families affected by this. I prayed for the city of Boston. I prayed for those injured and for those who lost their lives. Then I prayed that the violence stops. I prayed for the safety my sons growing up in a violent world.
I watched the news as I fell asleep last night, unable to turn off the TV. I slept horribly with nightmares, visions of what I saw online and on TV. Those in Boston continue to be in my thoughts today and always.
Schoolers Run Busy active mama to two beautiful boys. Learning how to balance working full-time, spending time with my family, and maintaining an active lifestyle.
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