I am sure that today all over the news everyone will be swamped with stories from Boston. This is not one of them.
Last year I was in a store watching coverage of the race. Admiring the splits I was able to witness. Then I went home and thought nothing else about it. Until the next morning….
I was stunned that someone would strike at an event so innocent. I am not naive. I was just shocked.
This weekend as I was running, my mind drifted to the men and women that will be running that framed course today. They will be conquering more than the route.
Then I started thinking about what running is to me. Running is freedom to explore, to challenge yourself, to clear your mind, and dare I say, freedom to be you.
This afternoon when I get off of work, I will come home lace up some shoes and head out on my newly discovered trail. I know that sometime during the evening I will get on the internet to see what is happening in Boston. A little celebration will occur every time someone crosses that finish line.
Now that is freedom.