I cry every Marathon Monday. Usually it’s because I’m reading so many inspirational stories about the thousands of people who train to run 26.2 miles through the beautiful state of Massachusetts, ending in our lovely city of Boston
However this year I cry because of the tragedy that happened in Boston earlier today.
Marathon Monday, officially known as Patriots’ Day (commemorating the anniversary of the battle of Lexington and Concord), is a celebration in our city.
I’ve stood on Heartbreak Hill and cheered for all the runners of the Boston Marathon, caught in the frenzy.
I love Marathon Monday because it’s full of dreams and hard work.
And strangers cheering on strangers.
(We tend to stick to ourselves in New England, thus it makes it all the sweeter.)
To this day, when I’m slugging up a hill on my runs, I think about some of the people I’ve watched pass by and it spurs me onward.
Sometimes there are just no words. Prayers for Boston.
(We are both safe.)