The Boston Marathon finish line bombs and Texas fertilizer plant explosion has made for a very difficult national week. The news is so hard to follow, and when they don't know anything for sure they just speculate, and then when they do know something for sure it's terrible news. I'm sure we're all weary of the coverage, it's hard not to break into a million pieces. But I want to honor the stories, I think that sharing first hand accounts of these days shape history.
My friend Emily was a runner in Monday's 2013 Boston Marathon. Her story will bring tears to your eyes.
I have always wanted to run the Boston Marathon. Every year for as long as I can remember I have gone to the Red Sox game and then out to Boylston Street and watched the end of the Marathon. It is a Boston tradition. It was my tradition. After watching last year’s runners in 85-degree weather, I told my husband that next year I would run.
I trained for 3 months in rain, snow, wind, and 20 degree weather. I missed snowboarding trips, and when I did go, instead of drinking I was running. My motivation was knowing that on April 15th I would go across one of the world’s most famous finish lines.