Thanks so much to everyone who supported my run last Sunday in One Run For Boston, the 24/7 cross-country relay to honor and help victims of the 2013 Boston Marathon bombings. I did the last four-mile stretch of the course with my nephews and friends Jay and George, and as promised, ran like a tank.
I am not one of those dreamy-eyed people who talk about how running brings them to a zen-like state where they can think about rainbow-sipping unicorns and world peace. I hate running. But it’s the exercise that makes me feel the most immediate results so I keep forging ahead — results that just can’t be duplicated on any machine.
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As anticipated, this was a wonderful experience. It was very moving to cross the real Boston Marathon Finish Line (I thought we were wrapping up at some random spot in Copley Square because of traffic concerns) and it was awesome that they closed off the bridge from Cambridge to Boston so that it could be packed with only runners.
I wish I had started training two weeks or three weeks earlier though. My body felt like it was run over by a tank.
This scene above is what the day was all about. The Boston Marathon should be about running, period.
This woman also triumphantly posing on the concrete barrier was watching at the Finish Line last year when the bombs went off. Her 7-year-old son was hit with a piece of shrapnel in the leg. He’s okay, and apparently, so is she.
There are moms and kids who won’t be able to say that Monday.