Running Track:

2mi run – 1mi walk

I helped out with a blood drive at our school all day today. It was so positive and uplifting to see students and adults coming in to donate. It takes a lot of guts to donate. I saw a lot of people almost pass out, but then just to say that they were okay and keep going about their business. Proud of them.

I am also super proud of those yesterday who had just got done running 26.2 mi to run to the hospital to donate blood. Probably not the safest thing, but heck. It sure took a lot of bravery.

And now this is when you say, “But you didn’t donate today… Hypocrite.”

Well, here’s the dealio. I don’t weigh enough for my 5’2 frame. I found that out last year when I tried to donate. So now I have accepted my place in society as that person that just helps with the blood drives, not the actual blood donator. It sucks, but hey. Someone’s gotta do it.

So thank you again to all of you who donated today at the High School and to all of those who donated yesterday. You guys are heroes to someone, somewhere.

Today I woke up feeling sick with a cold and my mood was just shot. I can’t get those people who were injured by yesterday’s explosions out of my mind. Whenever an act of terrorism happens, it’s sad, it sucks, but I am never very affected by the tragedy. I don’t know why, I just know I don’t feel. And how I feel about the Boston Marathon Explosions yesterday is something I haven’t felt before… Complete devastation and heartbreak. I’m not scared to admit I cried. I cried hard. Mostly out of anger. I’ve never been so shaken mad.

It took me a while to realize why I am feeling this way: It’s because those runners, they are my FAMILY. Granted, I know none of them, but that’s the thing with running. It brings people of all ages, genders, sizes, and colors together. We are all knit into this interwoven community that looks out for each other despite the circumstances. We all work hard every day, we log miles, we hurt, we train, we endure, we believe.

Our family was attacked yesterday. I don’t know if it was the terrorist’s goal to attack the running community, or this large event was the perfect place to cause disorder. Whoever the terrorist was trying to attack, they were trying to cause disorder and division among Americans everywhere.

But here’s another beautiful thing about the running family: We come right back fighting TOGETHER. A huge wall of hope and endurance no one could break.

I still have full intentions of running the Boston Marathon next year. I am just praying people do not fear the unknown and that they are still be brave enough to chase after their dreams, no matter what might happen.

I hope my words are encouraging. Even if you are not apart of the running community, I highly suggest you join our fight back. This is not over.

Before I go, here is my favorite Bible verse. I find it so relevant to every situation.

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.

-Romans 5:3-5

Run on.

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