Finding comfort in running
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Of course I am shocked and saddened by the news of the bombs at the finish of the Boston Marathon. I feel it personally because I'm a runner and a racer and this was a savage attack on one of the biggest celebrations of our sport. But running is more to me than a sport or pastime.
Speaking as a non-elite and recreational racer (a.k.a. "mid-packer") I would guess that most of us are out on the roads and trails because we believe in taking our own small action to be the best person we could be. We believe in the human spirit and the idea that no matter how old, slow or untalented we are, we use our runs to connect to what's best about ourselves and others seeking the same.
When the ugliness that is hate and violence tears into that community, it feels wrong because we are about seeking out and celebrating the good. So we come together and share our grief and prayers and we run and we find solace in the bond of runners and the hope and joy and triumph over pain & suffering that running expresses.
Last night my running group convened for an impromptu run. We ran because the attack was against runners and at a running event. We turn to each other because we hope that--through our run--love and sharing will overcome brutality and loss. It's not logical but somehow we were all compelled by the same instinct...that we wanted to run and we wanted to be together. That run last night helped to ease my sadness and to remember that good always rises up to fill the hole that disaster creates.
I'll continue to reflect and grieve, but as it has always done for me, running has once again brought me what I needed.